This last week has been long and tiresome for me. I had my life flash before my eyes a few times, thinking how I wasn't ready, how this is too soon and I have to do something. I can remember a lifetime full of shit. I realized that it's all been struggle and fight to stay afloat and it seems like no matter how hard I try, I am always at the bottom of the pit, climbing that infinite ladder. Sometimes I am just so tired and want to give up the climb, stop fighting, point my toes up and push daisies. Other times I am just... I can't stop the fight no matter how shitty it is.
Today I am indifferent. I've been stuck on bed rest for a week and in a drug induced haze so I don't feel the excrutiating pain, and I've wanted nothing more than to do the things we all take for granted... Just... functioning.
That's all I really want is to function.