It feels like I've had to give up so many things in my life: time, personal relationships, dreams. SUpposedly this was to gain something, but I'm not sure what that was anymore.
I'm entrenched, head down, burrowing through and trying to make it to the other side... but what is the other side? A time when I can come up for air, light, sweetness? I don't think that's ever going to happen. I think that time has passed, and I'm to spend the rest of my days burrowing.
I duuno dawg, maybe it is the depression talking. Or maybe it's just feeding the ennui.
I think I'm gonna go outside and sit in the 'Sploder for a while.