The Depths Of My Brain
I'm still alive. Still battling my own inertia and other people's. Winning few. Losing many. But I am still here. Still inside this place. Trying to keep strong enough to get out. It's harder now. Everyday it's harder. Or maybe I just don't have the will I once had, which probably wasn't much anyway.
Who cares. I can't sit around wondering if I'll be able to pull through. I just have to. No fucking excuses. No other fucking acceptable scenario.
Fuck. Will I ever be able to finish once single damn post following a straight sequence of thoughts? Stay tunned for upcoming attempts.
Who cares. I can't sit around wondering if I'll be able to pull through. I just have to. No fucking excuses. No other fucking acceptable scenario.
Fuck. Will I ever be able to finish once single damn post following a straight sequence of thoughts? Stay tunned for upcoming attempts.