There has to be a point in it all, when I can no longer do anything. Surely there is only so much that I can try, only so much that I can possibly attempt, before it all just envelops me and I drown in it? I know life doesn't turn out the way you plan it. And I know, compared to the vast majority in the world, I have it good. .......... Which is why I just deleted the paragraphs I wrote before this. I have changed a lot in this past year. I can only hope I'm not the same selfish person that I was. The words I had written weren't exactly convincing of that. ................ I do want to live.
