It's been confusing. Tiring. Crazy. I keep thinking, is this all worth it in the end. I'm not a quitter but i'm thinking of quitting. I'm a fighter but i don't feel like fighting. I'm becoming what i never wanted to be. I'm holding on when i should let go. I'm letting go what i should hold on to. To say the least, life's been fucked up. And it's all my doing. It's all my fault. I have no one to blame.

Stupid.