I'm not sure where to begin. How many ways can you say the same thing? How many times will I find myself in this same place? This hole simply gets deeper and darker.

I have a desire to speak. No, I have a desire to scream. To demand all that I deserve but will never get from those who only think they care. The world is filled with selfish, unreliable people. It's naive to think my own personal world would be any different.

There is no point in saying more. It falls on deaf ears and I'm tired of the cycle anyway.