Today, I brought myself to a dark place. I figure there are more than 1 kind of dark places a person can enter. There are kinds of "evil," sadness, anger, hate, pain, or silence. I would be willing to believe that there are more but I am not making this entry to list them all. I had brought myself to one of those dark places. I didn't exactly do it intentionally. Well, I did intend on bringing myself to a place to push me further. But not to bring myself to a place of anger, sadness, and pain rolled into one. It did push me further, but the further I went the further down I also crawled. I don't exactly know what to think after or during this place to help myself... When in it the sorrows thought and felt seem so real as though there is no other option that is right. But when just leaving it you can feel so used, or just hollow as if used or something, and don't know what to do with yourself. I had no freedom from the feeling. No one to tell me anything different. No one was there for me. I had my own mentality to heal with. I am not a very aggressive person when it comes to myself. Unless I break like everyone does (more often now given these are sadder times), I don't much enjoy bringing myself to anyone. It means so much more when someone else looks to you. And so I still rot inside. And I am not the one to help it. It is cause of a festering wound caused by things simply out of my hands.