On we go.

It sounds like an adventure. But there's nowhere to go. Is this victory? I've felt all there is to feel. Life gives the illusion of progress but we are just watching a movie in a small room, reacting.

The T asked what keeps me going. I wish it were something redeeming like my family but it is simply my very large and fragile ego. I feed off my own humiliation and guilt.

The T thinks I'm weird lol. And also tiresome.