worst thing ever, losing faith, losing belief, like losing the wind from the sails, wind from underneath the wings, a sudden down draft, and what held you up, for so long, from which you drew sustinence, is gone, the well dried up, the fountain is no longer the place where children gather to play on hot humid summer days, and you pack up your bags, roll up the tents, and move on to the next one, and set up camp again, maybe you wait for this well to dry, for the fountain to stop spewing forth, or just until you decide to move, and i hate watching my life on screen, i despise it, more specifically, the more wretched parts of my life, i don't wish to relive them through fictional characters in entertainment sources.