I'm told this constantly. I'm also told to"just be happy" by people who are sick of trying. I can't blame them. I'm always down. I'm always upset over something. I can't help it though. If I knew how I would just so I can be there for him. Yet look at me. Shuffled about like deck of cards. I can't do it much longer. I can't keep asking these people for help they're already so sick and tired of my shit. I forfeit. I fold. I'm done with this game of poker waiting to see who's better than me who hold the best hand. I can't do it. I know I'll lose. I'll lose the final things I can hold onto as mine. Everything taken from me like being on the final page of a 3000 page essay during a power outage and losing everything. There isn't an auto-save. I would have turned to it already if there was.
Storms don't last forever. But they can last a lifetime.