(no subject)
Something has to change. Me, my reality, or the way I perceive it. Something must change or I do not know how much longer I will be able to function. I am tortured by my past and can see no livable future. Just a dead end reality where I never again make enough to live on.
I go on for the sake of people who care--for those who would be damaged by my absence. I'm not sure how long this will continue to be a successful means of motivation. Perhaps I should be checking myself into a psychiatric ward.
I really shouldn't post this, since it will only cause concern in those who read it, and there's nothing any of you can do to help. And what could anyone say to this?