Cry

Dear Wish,

I am not myself. I don't know what is wrong with me. I think with my heart and not with my head. Now, it haunts me. I am not sure. I am weak. God, help me! Guide me! Show me the way. Where did I go wrong? sigh sigh sigh sigh

I want to write more, because you are the only person that I can talk to at the moment, but, I am still collecting myself now.

Trouble,
Hope