if i could live one day without disappointment, that would be something.

wearing thin, not giving in.

I forgot I even had this thing. It doesn't matter much though, as I have not written in months nor have I had the inkling to do so. My life is a mess consumed by anxiety, depression, and stress. I know not how to live anymore. I drive and wish to lose control. I need to get away, right now, and never look back. I'm wearing thin, but not giving in.