Today I am repairing, replacing, and rebuilding all of my shattered pieces. I am doing my best to remember, in this cold and dark world, that love still exists. I want to believe that I am truly loved...but how? I feel that it is safer for me to hide from my family because they refuse to understand my perspective and feelings. What can be done when it feels as if words of love have lost all their meaning? Seeing everyone out there, celebrating with their lovers...and who do I have? Who will love Megan, truly and deeply? Not just with words, but with actions? I suppose it is up to me...and I'm the only person I can rely on right now. Last night I started to spiral downwards, rapidly. I started to believe that my family would be happier, and the world would be a better place, if I was dead. What kind of mood is that, to be in, on this "day of love"? Everyone is happy and celebrating their partnerships...and I have sunken into a depression so deep it could literally kill me. But I have