Currently, trying really hard not to take the flight option. I’m just tired of things going on around me, and knowing myself, I’m liable to just say fuck it.

There’s only so much, I’m willing to put up with, and there’s only so much of me that can feel things are wrong, before I realize, that things are indeed wrong. 

So, what is it that can’t be understood?

I, no longer feel the need to fight. I see no need to. Yeah, there’s days of happiness, but obviously there are more days of misery, which continues to overshadow what happy moments there are.

This should be the end of it, no?

So, why am I holding myself back on this one?