No more nice fantasy about quitting.

I am in the midst of a tunnel and I can't find my way out. The further I go, the murkier and darker it gets. There's slime in here and I am covered with it. I'm afraid I won't ever find light again. T will reject me today and I will be stuck in here. Someone will see my wounds but they won't care and this is where I'll live forever with the rats.

I just hate this. I hate it.

I don't want to get out of bed right now and face the day. But as soon as I post this I will.

Arggggggh