We're all back to where I started. No progress has been made. No solution to the sorrow. No savior has been given, only masks to hide the sorrow, and masks are no match for the beast within.
It controls me. By no means do I control it. I've made drastic changes in my life and yet I've made no progress. I'm in as much pain tonight as ever and it's so discouraging because I'm out of solutions. I've done everything and gotten nowhere. I mean, I thought getting help was the answer. I thought someone would help me, but no one has been able to. The doctors, the pills, and the therapists were/are all masks to hide the fiend that I have grown to call my brother.
You know, the sorrow has a way with interfering in my life. I can't seem to progress in school and I've ALWAYS had this problem because of that, but this is college now and
it's just not as easy to pass. Before, I'd be able to slack-off and be depressed at home, go into school, pass the tests and all was golden. I can't do that an