I feel like lately, I've been trapped in this pit of despair...trying to climb out, just dying to climb out, and the moment it seems as though I might possibly be able to over-come whatever obstacle it was that landed me in the pit to begin with, some other completely unrelated debacle is hurled at me, sending me right back to the bottom. I'm tired, and worn down...sitting at the bottom of an empty, desperate hole...trying to remember what life was like before this darkness became so constant...so blindingly cold.
I want someone to blame for everything that's gone wrong...but, no matter my spite, I know there really isn't anyone to hold accountable for these misfortunes that have overthrown my life. Then I want to play my 'unfair' card...but I can't, because I know that this is all too puny of an occasion to play such a wild card.
I don't like crying or pouting or playing pity me, but I feel so beaten at times. I think I'll take a nap, think that'll make me feel better.
