27th Pearl Day, 20th Scroll

My kids are finally home with Mii for the weekend... I feel life breathing into the house again, and then my soul begins to cry on the inside. A sadness and pain no drug could ever subside. I start to look around at my home and think... People say, don't worry it will get easier. Some say time heals, others sink away saying you just gotta stop caring. I'm lost in all of it. I try to stay positive everyday, I keep only my happy music about Mii, but I feel my breath sinking below the surface everyday. At least if I had people that were just using Mii, I might just be ok; but I don't even have that. I don't anything, except a little fufu dog that needs Mii to come home and let her out so she can go potty in the yard. I have no one calling Mii even once a week asking how your doing, I see everything as being pointless and sink further beneath this surface of darkness... I don't think I want to be saved any more.