WHAT THE FUCK! I am not going to cry. I am not going to slip into the carpet and let it devour my aspirations and dreams and leave me paralyzed for the night. I will not think about the good times, cos then I really will cry. I will not go downstairs to be yelled at or poisioned. So once again I am trapped. I want comfort, I crave some warmth. I breathe each breath and feel the shivers grip me that bit more tighter, and then I breate the biggest and break free. She was in this room..she crowned it with peacefullness...The roof broke apart but didn't crash on us, it just slipped away so we could see the stars and it wasnt cold. I have to be stronger than this. They can't see me cry. I need to be able to breathe. I need some reasurance, but there is no one here. Okay, fucking pull yourself together Mahala. 3 2 1 its gone now.