You tell me to "please be happy." I'm trying, but I'm lost. Without the persuasion you held in the fabrication of my new emotional and physical self, I feel weak and unstable. I have lost an understanding of words, none now seem fit for what I want to say. None carry the weight or purpose needed to transmit my message.

There are moments of bleakness that everyone faces, whether they be alone or accompanied. There are times everyone doubts themselves. There are places people travel to within themselves that they didn't think existed.

Here people find new meanings in words written, spoken and sung. Here people see the world with new eyes. Eyes that don't feel to hold the life they should, eyes that feel weary and tired.

But it is in these places that people discover themselves. Either they relinquish their previous ambitions and pretension, or they find the strength to drag themselves through to the other side of the dark and the loneliness.