It is just past midnight and somehow i still can't get down to my work...getting so distracted...feeling so lost in this dark and lonely night in glasgow...wishing and hoping that someone could take me away from my misery and purge the poison out of me...will this be a dream...i don't know...loneliness envelops me in this solitary place...tears trickling down my tender cheeks...will someone ever truly care...Am I even worthy of love and happiness...within these eyes faith still remains...I'm hoping to make something of myself...If I hold on, will it get better...Can I survive so my dreams may unfold?