I believe I have given up hope in all that I ever believed in.
I believe that I'm holding on to a memory that's giving me hopes that are both foolish and childish to even halfway think could ever follow through.
I believe that I'm at my wit's end, and that there is only so much an individual can take.
And most importantly:
I believe it's time to take the advice I was given back in September, despite the fact I know it's going to rip me apart from the inside out, and could very well kill me emotionally.