Sometimes I just lay in bed all day and analyze my life piece by piece. I think about how my life could possibly go on without my mother. My mother, the only family I ever had. Every 16th marks another month since they took her. It’s going to be 4 months since I’ve last seen her. It may seem like a short period of time for anyone. But in reality those 4 months have felt like 400 in my world. It’s been hell since then. I can’t grasp the fact that she’s gone. I’m starting to crack. This is a nightmare I can’t wake up from. My hearts weighed down by so many problems that have arose. I don’t know what to do. I’m forced to live, when I don’t want to. I want to be with my mom. I no longer want to be here. But reality shuts in, and realize I can’t. Between us are thousands of miles, the phone calls just aren’t enough anymore. You can only be so strong, before you break. I don’t know what to do.