So real is thy struggle. If only people knew. I don’t even think my closest friends realize how real it really is. Maybe not being in the situation clouds ones ability to see its gravity. But still, sometimes I just wonder when I can sit back and not have to worry about anything. There haven’t been many, if any times in all the years that I can vividly remember that I can say I have. Its something I’ve grown familiar with. At this point its 2nd nature. Its the same and running from danger. When all you know is struggle. All you know is survival. And never has the struggle broken my will to survive. Or rather, My families will to survive. If its not one way its another. And so we walk. Until we can sprint. If we fall, we rise again.
I feel more empty now than ever before. Maybe it’s the draining sus pool that life threw me in forever ago, finally finishing the job. I feel like nothing matters. Not much at least. No matter how much I will myself forward, something happens to strip the progress away only for the process to become more difficult.
Maybe I just stuck at life…
“This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.”