I feel like I am drowning. I feel like my world is getting smaller and smaller. I feel like I no longer fit into this space.
I want out.
I am drowning in my own helplessness, in this life that I never chose to have.
In this place, I have no time to laugh or paint or create or be real. I only have time to work and finish tasks and start new ones that mean nothing.
I want you to stay forever...but you won't stay in my world.
You leave just as fast as you never came. And I can't live this way without you.

Again...

"So it has come down to this again". I feel like I use this phrase a lot. Why do I feel like I keep repeating myself, that my days are all dejas vu's of some other day that I have already had. I am not complaining, per se....merely observing, questioning, pondering, wondering.