I've done so good keeping it at bay but the wave just came crashing down. I hate being slammed back down to the bottom of the mire. My heart feels like it's going to explode. I want to vomit. I want to rush to you and tell you how much this hurts, to watch the sand fall through the hourglass and to know there's nothing I can do about it. I want to tell you, but I can't, and one day soon I won't be able to.

More than anything I wish I could go with you.