What Do I Do?

It's so goddamn hard to live; it's especially hard in a world where no one understands you... or at least when you perceive the world to fail in understanding you.

Even harder is thinking that you'll be able to find a way out of the miserable hole that yourself and the people around you have managed to put you in. Despite a few good people trying to pull you out, it feels so immeasurably impossible because each time you seem to take a step forward, the conveyer belt of life pulls you back two.

It's all so troublesome, in fact, that it's almost impossible to put into words... almost...

I tried. I tried so hard to portray how I tried so hard to bring myself up after I tried so hard to not let myself fall.

But I fell anyway. I fell indefinitely. I fell infinitely - or, at least, I perceived it to be so.

These are my falls.