It's not sadness, emptiness, worthlessness, it's waiting. Waiting around for someone or something to make your heart beat again.
My second birth was at 18 years old, and i regret not one part of it. Esme, my savior, has my undying devotion because of five years of living off her love, her caring.
i am not sure i can be born again. At this point, i wish i could feel as though i want to be.
