I survived Monday only to be greeted with a chill on Wednesday. This can't be love... this can't be life.

The weather fits my mood... each raindrop is a problem, and although I used to have an umbrella to shield me from the barrage but it must be broken.

... I'm losing buoyancy... water in my lungs is starting to choke me.

I have to find a new lighthouse... scratch that I need to find a lighthouse to guide me out of these troubled waters I've been treading in...