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Oh, these are sad times in my life. I weep for myself, I weep for others, I weep because I weep, I weep even more. This vicious circle of sorrow forms a terrible spiral, a spiral into darkness. Deeper and deeper I fall, as it builds on itself, growing bigger and bigger with every tear. Farter and farther into this pool of sorrow, vast nothingness, depression. I am powerless to stop it, this vicious circle, all because he never will love me. I suppose you may think that it is all his fault. "Blame him," they tell me. But I cannot. I love him too much. Perhaps it is his fault. But in my eyes, now, and forever more, it is the fault of mine. I should hve acted sooner. If I had, I may not be here now, acting how I am. I might not be here, pouring out my sorrows to the world. I might not be weeping, day in and day out, for anything and everything sad and dark. For all the broken hearts out there, do not feel your own sorrow. That is what I am here for. I have been put on this earth for only one purpose; to feel the sorrow of all. So do not weep for me, do not weep for yourself, do not weep at all. That is my job, whether I have chosen it or not, whether I wish to feel it all, or whether I wish to just die here and now. I have tried, but, alas, nothing works. Nothing will ever work, not until I rid the world of sorrow, an impossible feat at that. So do not weep, just remember, it is not meant for you, but for me. Be glad, while I take all your sorrow and tears away. Be glad that you are not like me.
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