I need a break.

Things were going well. School was a bit stressful, but nothing I couldn't handle. I'm finally making friends. Not much family drama other than the usual bickering. On an upswing with the depression.

Then everything comes crashing down.

A deadline. The worst kind of deadline. The kind where someone's life is given a limit and you know you're going to have to say goodbye long before you'll ever be ready.

And there's nothing you can do.

Your heart breaks, you cry yourself to sleep, and you make sure that person knows how much you love them.

And then you wait. And suddenly you want time to stop moving so quickly because with every second that passes is a second closer to their last. You're forced to put on a happy face and keep going about life because no matter how much you want it to just stop, it won't.

I need it to stop. I need this time.

I'm not ready to say goodbye.