sad

It's really fucking difficult to work your way out of sad when those around you are barely holding on and you yourself are in no real position to help...

Let alone confront the reality's of others.

I don't have time to day..  I have to slave away for another to meagerly provide for what I have... Oh drama queen..

I don't want to feed this malignant stray anymore..

The always trying to avoid feeling on my daily stroll to only be waylaid on the path by an innocuous thought that comes ambling by. To wrestle it free, to run from it as if a flood we're fast approaching and you find yourself in a valley or culvert of your own making.

This paramount feeling of existence... Pain