frustration
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I want to give it all up. All the striving. All the pushing. All the trying. I just want to stop and forget I ever wanted to. I won’t. But that’s what I want right now. To quit.
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The pain has become a good friend at this point, as the weeks have spiraled seamlessly into months. The burning edge on my nerves has become the peripheral of my normal, the baseline of my perception. It hurts. It has hurt. It always hurts. Perhaps, it will always hurt. The pain swallows the time, devouring…
Fiery Pen 