I don't think I'm okay. Or ever will be. 

It feels like a piece of me has been ripped apart, torn away from me and I'll never get it back. 

I don't know how to do this. 

I've never lost anyone but this feeling seems so personal. 

Its like I can't breath anymore. 

Every moment I think I'm okay I realize I'm not. 

And it comes full curcle once again. 

Things are pointless. 

Life is meaningless. 

Why do we exist if like is only going to be hard. 

Why would we be created and given so much power over our own lives when none of it matters. 

We as a species have no purpose.