It was gonna be okay. But then..... Then it didn't end up being okay. I've been waiting since I was a child.

Fighting for a better day the next morning. Everyday for so many years. I've had enough. My neurosis has leaned into psychosis at this point. I'm so tired. I feel so alone. This isn't fair. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to break free.
Yet here I am, crying fat tears in a bedroom that's actually a hallway, so with no privacy, with my mother sitting in the room next to this one, and my dad in a room on the opposite side....
Just want to call up my friend and cry and cry and cry.