It's Winter. Dante's gone and a piece of me went with him. Everything's fading. My memories of him are fading. I don't know what he looks like anymore. I can't remember the sound of his voice.

Overall, I've fallen to pieces. It's like, someone else took over my mind. I'm so reckless and careless. Ironically, on my journey to find myself, I've actually lost myself along the way.

I don't know who I am. I don't know who my family is anymore. They're strangers to me. They don't talk to me and I don't know how to handle it. I love my family, but I know they don't feel the same way. It's a sad story, I think.

Funny how things turned out. Dante was my last hope, and he still is. And he's gone. I feel empty.

I'm dating and talking to all of these guys, and I'm just losing more of myself. I've lost control. I'm off the rails, as they say. It's not as glamorous as it sounds- dating, I mean. It's not great.

I'd give anything to have Dante back and for my family to love me. That's all. I'm just lost and I'm trying so hard and part of me just wants to give up. I'll never amount to anything, according to my family.

I just want to prove everyone wrong. And it's so hard these days.