Love and duty.

"Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have--to hold on tight until the dawn." 

Sweat and tears.

Some mornings you get up, cry a little, go for a run and realize the beauty that exists in this world and the strength that you possess as an individual.

I should've known; maybe that's what makes the sting worse.

I'm running out of fight.

I didn't get home until nearly one... Been awake since 4. I'm exhausted. Physically, emotionally and mentally drained. I am so unbelievably tired. I'm tired of fighting so hard. I'm tired of fighting a losing battle. I've been saying it for so long. I know that I need to walk away.  4 and a half weeks. I'm praying for the best in 33 days. It's been so long. I'm ready for the change. I'm ready to step in a new direction. Move forward with my life. Please, God, grant me this wish. The opportunity to walk away. The strength to walk away. 

Sometimes, the people you love break you.

There's a difference between knowing love and accepting love.

I've started to verbalize what I want.

Crash and burn.

Sometimes I wonder if this madness is ever going to end. 

I'm not sure I can get back there...

Yes you can, you just pick a place and you start.