Every day, I visit this part of my mind. Every day, I sit here and drown. It's been five fucking months. Five months of four weeks. Five months of four weeks of seven days, and every single one of those days I have visited this part of my mind. Every individual day has twenty four hours of sixty minutes of sixty seconds. Five months of four weeks of seven days of twenty four hours of sixty minutes of sixty seconds filled with memories, desires, wishful thinking, realization. Every day, I go back. Every day, I am thrust forward. Every day, the same realization comes. Every day, it hurts more. Every day, it becomes more real.