If I can manage to hold my thoughts together and decipher what I am going through… I can’t even finish this sentence. I’ve been staring at this for a good half hour. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m the last man on the planet. It’s a very cold winter already. If this is a cry for help, then don’t help me, because that would be cliche right? I am my own personal hell. I used to loathe personal entries like this. I apologize for not believing in all of you. I realize now it wasn’t your lack of strength I despised. It was your writing.