I just stopped caring again. I posted originally because I knew some hard times were coming, like being stuck on the railroad tracks with a stalled engine, and seeing the light, but instead of trying to out if my car was going to start, I pressed the locks and sat back, waiting.
My life was once based around hope, trying it with everything. I've been whittled too far. There's no point. Literally no point in trying for me. I don't post for sympathy-I post for a statement of declaration of my realization...some situations don't improve. You hit rock bottom and think it'd stop, instead it starts raining and the shovel you get tossed down whacks you in the head, before you dig deeper. Each shovel full of earth is another painstaking relapse, each pile forming a way to escape back up...but I've already sunk.
There's a reason people retake tests in school, and it's to get a passing grade next time.
My life was once based around hope, trying it with everything. I've been whittled too far. There's no point. Literally no point in trying for me. I don't post for sympathy-I post for a statement of declaration of my realization...some situations don't improve. You hit rock bottom and think it'd stop, instead it starts raining and the shovel you get tossed down whacks you in the head, before you dig deeper. Each shovel full of earth is another painstaking relapse, each pile forming a way to escape back up...but I've already sunk.
There's a reason people retake tests in school, and it's to get a passing grade next time.
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