mrsutton
I am trapped within a prison, the confines of my own mind. I am trapped by the things I want, by the things I need, by the wants of others, and their needs as well. I can't escape, and I can't breathe, but I'm fighting like hell to stay afloat. With all this water, no one knows that I'm crying. With all this water, no one can tell that I'm thrashing, not swimming,
I already wrote about willpower - is there anything else I can write about? I write all of this motivational drool about willpower, about having the strength to go on, because I desperately desire the raw want to continue on with life. I need signs that things will finally be okay for me, because for 18 years, things have not been okay.
Sometimes, you have to persevere. I'm not talking about your ability to lift weights, or to touch people - I'm talking about the ability to keep yourself going, to keep yourself fighting, to keep yourself breathing every damn day of every damn year. You can't stop fighting, because you only have one shot. Don't die, and giving up is unacceptable. You will do this.