I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.
I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.
Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?