The stress, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness, the emptiness, the void, the hunger, the migraines, the kidney problems, I feel like I’m wasting away from the inside out. I can’t tell if feeling the pain is bad or not. At least I know I’m alive. There wouldn’t be this much pain in Heaven. Unless I’ve been condemned to Hell, in which case, it makes sense why my present predicament is the way it is.