22O2’12

Yet to see the light at the end of this tunnel that I have so violently thrown myself into without the intention of doing so. Any step forward feels as if it’s sinking in the mud and any desired progress is a mile long crawl away. Hills become steeper, heart-strength becomes weaker. Everything feels feint and low. Perseverance is the key I keep misplacing. Nothing I articulate nor anything I piece together in thought makes sense or is decodable.

Complete and utter ridiculous nonsense ramblings I should never have begun writing in the first place. Not intact.