my father has never fully understood me and my mother has never tried.
my brother is in his own world and everyone else is floating in between.
it's so claustrophobic in this world. never good enough. never done.
always going and hating myself. continuing onto whatever it is that i need to
continue on to. there really is no purpose...but that's not good enough.
you can't just use that as an excuse to lie here in pain. either you make yourself
get up or you just stay..stay and hope that tomorrow will produce something
that yesterday couldn't. i don't know what to say to myself anymore..except that
suffering is inevitable..no matter what the optimists say. there has to be some
balance. some happiness here and there..but why does it seem more like a cause and
effect rather than a perfect circle?