Awakened again by that constant tugging and pulling at my emotions. I am drained. I wrench mumbled jumbled words from my weary heart. I try to make some sense of them all, but I'm near collapse from exhaustion. How much longer will I be able to give so much of myself to gain so little? I must try to find inner peace to calm the turbulence churning deep within me. All I have left inside of me to fill these stark white pages are fragile pieces of my worn soul, which are, gradually, turning into dust. Even though, I am almost left emotionless, I must find strength to go on. I refuse to allow anything to stop my passion because to it, I have given my entire life.