I don’t necessarily consider myself a quitter. But I’m weary, oh so weary. And I find it hard to cling to my last shreds of hope. There is just no logical way. There is no method to this madness. I want to finally figure out how to move forward, and in which direction. I will have to adjust to reality sooner or later. But the prospect of facing that finality is killing me inside.
I’m such a mess right now.