i force myself day after day to get up and keep going... for what?! the hope that maybe tomorrow will be different? the hoping and wanting things to change get old... and one day you just...
stop
you stop wanting it to change, the fear, it becomes part of you. the pain... it just numbs you. and the hope....
it dies...
you say that you want things to change, but are you ready for the changes you will get... and not the ones you need?