Laughing at my own misfortune. Feeling completely misunderstood because I lack the ability to properly explain my own problems. How am I supposed to move forward like this? A part of me stopped caring long ago, and yet, I want some form of stability finally. I’ll just have to drag myself out of me, kicking and screaming then. Sigh.
I’ve already lost a lot of myself anyway… how will I do this when I can’t afford help? I don’t know.