May 29, 2013
may 28
I want to get out so badly, I want to leave this life.
I feel as if I'm stuck in this pit I call my life. And the more I grab onto the dirt around the rim of the pit and try to climb out, the more dirt piles on top of me. More and more work and expectations and crap just piles on top of me.
The seemingly never ending pit.
I'm just waiting I guess. A little part of me still has hope that one day I'll break through all the dirt and use all that crap life threw at me and climb above that pile of dirt I've formed. I'll stand on top of the future flatland, above that pit, above all that stress, above all those expectations, above all those self loathing feelings.
I'll stand tall and start building.