So many place and things left unseen or un done. It is really a little sad. We speak to others in our cloaks of deception and we hope that we are loved yet who can love someone that they do not know?
I just can't seem to keep it together anymore. I've spent the last four years pulling last minute saves out of my ass, by hook or by crook or by any means I can find and you know what? No one even gives me credit for it. All I hear about are my inadequacies.
I know that I am a failure okay, I don't need anymore reinforcement. I tried to hold myself to some standards but it makes no difference at all. Nothing changes and the world rolls merrily along grinding those who are unfortunate enough to be on the bottom into dust. Dust that will blow away on the wind and be forgotten. As though they never exisited, never mattered, or were just another nameless, faceless burden on society.