It's coffee, coffee and sadness. I wake up make coffee, and muddle through the day feeling mired in quicksand. I cry daily, and smile through the tears for others. Sometimes I can't even do that. Well death will come and I will die. It will take away this painful existence. Sure I know it will get better, but right now it doesn't seem like it. I can't move my bones or brain. This is a depressing post. I'm just glad no one will read this.
