Depressed beyond words she reaches for her journal...
"Goodbye cruel world, may I rest in...

I see with my eyes, I feel with my skin
I smell with my nose, and hear voices within...

I'm not sure what to make of here,
My eyes are open and my thoughts are cold...

If I could only go back.
What would I change...

A dozen roses arrived at a doorstep today
attached was a small, handwritten note...

I'm unsure where to go from here
Nothing seems clear...