Back Again

I thought it already ended two weeks ago. I was wrong. I'm writing for almost three fourths of my life, but I never been as struggling as if what I am right now. I can't think the right word how to start my daily post. I cannot barely think positively towards an idea around me. Why should I be in this feeling? I want to write so much, but my mind is the only one running in my repertoire right now. Please! Make my hand works well like a month ago. I still deeply in love to her. Even though she don't talk to me nor replied with my messages. I am a man without a hand right now. Yes, you're reading this thoughts in reality, but this is not me at all. This is not my best. This is not what I am. I'm incomplete. I want at least my hand back again. But I want more my angel back again. Even for one last time. Before my whole system eats me as a whole in this despondency.