Damn.

My legs hurt. Vicidin isn't working. Financially life sucks, and that isn't even mentioning my financial standings at the moment.

The house is so.. Ugh.

I feel stranded, and hurt. But with nowhere to go. No way to leave.

Other people would have went on a rampage of destruction and went down guns blazing. But I sit here, I wait. I bide my time for reasons i don't have.

In a dramatic way of saying it. Others would have commited suicide by now. And yet I press on with the same blind determination I've always had.

Do I not know when to quit? To give up?

Can I not see that nothing positive nor negative would come from the result? Other than saying I completed the task, pointlessly?

For the honor...