I'm broken hearted since losing my Buffy. Instead of receiving solace here, the place I come to for everything I was betrayed by two people. Kicked in the teeth when I was already down. Not permitted to seek comfort. They were more interested in one-upmanship and superiority; in showing who is boss. Then the horror of my sister; I can't even speak of what I saw Saturday; what I experienced. Maybe it's too soon, but I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel when I can't find the entrance. I'm lost, maybe forever. I must have some hope; this must be some sort of saying 'help.' I did care about the proper usage of a semi-colon, that must prove something. I can no longer take my anti depressant meds because they make me shake. Maybe I should anyway.