Five and a half years and it seems like nothing's changed. I hate this. I hate this with a passion! Even when I accept the ugly truth, the world wants more. It can't stand to see me happy or even content with my life. Ever seen Goya's paintings? I had the chance to see them in the Prado in Madrid. This one has been in my head for the past few weeks:
Just stuck. Can't climb out. No help out. Left to flail in an endless sea.