point of saturation.

I am alright... and well almost. I thought it could have been a start of something beautiful, of something happy. But if so, then what?, few of the may questions  I could have had answered on my own, but are opposed by that bitter truth that that's -all -there -is- in-it. And I think I just got to the point of saturation. I'm really, really tired of the way things have been going. That's it. I'm done. I am fed up.