The room is spinning around with nowhere for me to turn. I could choose the lesser of two evils, but I'm not sure which one would bring me less pain. I don't think you understand the concept here. I need you. I need you like the ground needs the summer rain. Like an addict's veins need the needle. I'm having withdrawals. I'm going crazy. My head doesn't work right. I can't think straight. I'm trying so desperately to keep my head above water; to stay afloat. I'm like a duck in a hurricane. My little webbed feet are reeling over and over again in the same pattern, and yet... it does not a bit of good. Not at all. I'm drowning. I'm slowly sinking. I need you to tell me where to go. This no longer rests in my hands. I need to give it up, but sacrifice is so much harder when it comes to this.