Story of my life.

It’s simple really. Life hurts, suck it up and keep moving. Until you can’t. Pain, it comes and goes. No-one cares, so you deal with it. Alone, always. The only bright spot in your life you have to part with, oh well, he’s just a dog. Finally had a place of your own. Had to give it up, who cares! There’s always someone who has it worse. So you sit, and suffer, smile and wear the mask, all the while realizing that you aren’t ever going to he the guy that gets help. Or the girl. Or anything for that matter. So you sit, surrounded by your thoughts, and wonder when it will all end. And how. And if you’ll even care when it does.