I prayed so many times for God to take me away.  But I was just left here. Suffering.  I told him I couldn't keep going on like this, but nothing happened.  Does this mean that one day in the future, things will work out? That things will go back to way we had planned?  I don't know.  I don't know if I should be hopeful.  I always promised to never give up, to fight for us, but right now, at this very moment, I feel defeated.  And I wish I wasn't here.