MISS NOT-SO-POKER-FACE-ANYMORE

You think you've had a bad day. Then you think back, it's been the whole week. No, a whole month. Maybe months now. Since the fucking 12th of Feb. Everything's been fucking fucking you up. And yes, during this period you've been trying to make things better, trying to find a solution, a way out, just anything to get out of the suckfest. Nothing works, not at all. You're tired just so tired and drained. You want an escape. But duh, this is the real world, you can't just pack up, runaway. Runaway from all your problems. You suck it up. Suck it all the fuck up. But its just too much to take. And now you're disintegrating. Bit by bit, everyday. You're fading away, not that slowly but oh-so surely. Its been a downward spiral, and you're plummeting now. And you hardly recognise anything. Especially those that you thought you knew best. So enough. You put up all your defenses and you don't expect anything from no one no more. You need this closure. You need this for yourself, you say. No more futile attempts.