this is bloody exhausting. i trudge on.

//then i am back to sitting on the fence because it's just not right. with rejection comes resignation, and i must learn to embrace what i have, or rather what i don't have. occasional laughs should be seen as treats, and perhaps no longer as hope. we all know that we should eventually pick ourselves up after a fall, it's just that no one says how soon it should be.

am still alive at 6:33 AM