April is a strange month. Sometimes I've needed miracles around this time of year and been given them. Other times, I've just sunk deeper into the morass. Not sure yet where this April will go.
There was somebody...all I wanted was to make her happy. I still do. It's really the worst thing, wishing for the death of love. But even that's not true. I don't want my feelings to end.
Still trying to figure out a way out west. Maybe by writing all this stuff out, something will come to me!