Just another day.
Monday, March 3, 2014
What's it like to live in a house. A home where everyone is depressed. No one bothers to utter a word. Each person is more drained than the next. Overwhelmed. How do you function. Survive. Each step is agonizing. Every word is so difficult to get out. No distraction. No break. Constant misery. You wait. Wait for anything. Wait for nothing. Life continues. But you remain the same. Unchanged. Unmoved. Static. Immobile. Stuck. Always stuck. Stuck with others. Stuck with yourself. Stuck in yourself.