...I'm starting to give up again. I can't do this anymore, I just can't. I can't swallow every damn tear that threatens to spill over!The despair is drowning me. Hopelessness engulfs me. And I can't fight the rolling waves any longer; I cannot even take a breath of freedom before I am swept under...~*~Sadness. I fall beneath the surface of despair and open my eyes. And what do I see?The skeletal...

They're coming after me. My thoughts.They stalk me, my silent predators, hissing and trying to prey on me, angry attempts to envelop me in whirlwinds of words and voices. Menace.I try to drown them out -- distract myself. Focus on something else. Books, television, games, other people. The chatter overrides the screaming, demanding thoughts.And best of all -- writing. My own words, combating...