I wanna write something but
I haven't got any words.
I hate the rocks along path I've taken; the thick roots coming through the soil and the constant puddles that need avoiding. I'd like to turn around and go back, but I can't. The earth has fallen away where I've already been. I can only go forward, pushing my way through the dense undergrowth, hoping to find another, easier path. Or at least one more fun to take. I've stopped at this point, to decide the best course of action. It's easier just to keep resting than to start again.
If I don't push through then it'll never get better.
i am so alone