Losing it

A little more each day.

I know how she feels, really. That there isn't anything to look forward to except more stress, more strife, more heartache. I know that he needs me now - more than anyone else, he needs ME. I wish that he didn't, but he does. And I will stay, for him. But I honestly don't know if I would, if he ceased to be.

And I fear that very thing an awful lot, these days.

Too many seizures today. Too little school. Quite possibly, a broken foot.

And that goddamn dog who destroys everything she possibly can.

I need hope. I need something to look forward to. And I keep looking and I can't find a goddamn thing.