It's not that I think this moment is permanent. I don't. It's that I know it's not. It will end and then come back. Over and over again. Forever. How long do I want to be doing this for? I don't. I find myself wishing for strenght and selfishness. A way out that won't be inconvenient. And death dear reader is such an inconvenience.
But today all I have to do is get through today. Tomorrow I may learn that I am not as alone as I think I am. Or maybe, i'll finally be strong enough. But all of that is tomorrow me's problem. Today me just has to get through this next few hours.
