I’ll keep coming here again and again. It doesn’t matter how down I might feel. It doesn’t matter how real the misery and hopelessness I feel seems to me. I know I’ll come here anyway. I don’t

I can’t say I’m feeling any different today. Another day passes by and I’m just holding on. Holding on to a belief that things will get better. That I won’t be forced to work to live in

How to remain all here. That’s the question for this go around. This specific day on this short time I have to spend life. I got to remain present. I’m struggling with that even as I write

Feel like I’m repeating days, the thought of it is turning my head around and around. I hate the thought of a loop. I hate thinking that my life is going in circles. Want to move forward.