out of the way

I don’t know if I’ve got anything left. All I want to do is escape. Hide. Run away. I don’t want to see her. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to even think about tomorrow because it looks empty and bleak.

All it takes is one step in the right direction…one day at a time…but it seems like I’ve been living one day at a time for years now and just keep digging myself a little deeper every year. To the point that I’m now most certainly stuck in the mud.

Up to my chest.

Makes it hard to breathe.