Rocks and hard places...
It definately sucks when you wish to change, yet can't... be it lack of a place to live, lack of money, lack of someone willing to reach out.
Having nothing to say, to reassure... to ease.
Stuck in this hell of my own devising that will haunt me forever until death, most likely.
I shove it all away, wear this mask.. this facade.
Nothing is ok.