Here I am once again sitting in my room trying to push myself to move on. Again just when I think I'm going to be ok, it's like someone drops a brick or two from the sky. Out of the billions of places the brick falls it lands on my feet. Not on my head knocking me unconscious (no that would be to easy). It lands on my feet so I can't move, so I am stuck.
Wishing on a star is a waste of time.
Throwing pennies into a fountain is a waste of money.
Praying only gives me false hope.
Sitting in the dark blogging about my feelings is nothing but dramatic.
Smoking a cigarette is just going to cause more problems later.
Drinking is expensive and painful.
Eating food is just going to be more depressing in the morning.
Punching a wall is just going to make it so there's more work to do tomorrow.
Soon I will be forced to wave the white flag. I can feel it. I can feel my anger bubbling. With every breath of air I take I can feel the anger inside me grow. It's getting harder and harder to fight off. I am so worn out that I am going to start losing this battle. I have beaten this monster once before but this time its back. It's back full force and I can't keep going. I am not strong enough. Tick, tick, tick my time is running out. It's going to blow. I need it to stop. Please please I just need some breathing time, I need a break. I want someone to help me beat this but even then I think it's too late. I am trying my best and will die trying.
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