It seems as I grow older, I become bitter. Traumas layer on top of each other. I'm just trying to hold on. Other times I wish to just walk away. But even walking away is way to expensive.
@GJOFJ3 My dessert has yet to arrive. But gathering the ingredients is way too hard. Sometimes in the dead of the night, I feel my grip loosening. Although, my breath are deep and strong I couldn't breathe at all. It is like I am walking the outline of a small 1 inches diameter circle. There is no west, north, east, or south. This is what called, short sighted. I know, yet my emotion got the better of me.