Fuck.

Yeah, that's right. Fuck.

Because that's about all I can muster right now. The world is closing in and breathing is becoming more and more difficult with each passing moment. I swear, if that treadmill is not up and running soon I may just jump. I am running out of steam to just exist let alone deal with everything else.

Please excuse me while I frantically muster up the part of me that stands up with fists clenched and jaw set bracing for the worst, totally prepared to fight back. Because right now, rolling over and giving up sounds so much more appealing. Or perhaps just running away to a remote place where there are no such things as heartache, mortgages and drama.



So in the mean time, I repeat.... F.U.C.K.