Halfway There

I stayed up all night, wondering exactly when my life became a living hellhole. I broke myself off from the group of mourners that were my friends and family. I just couldn’t be bothered right now.

I quietly hummed along to myself, walking along the edge of the beach in my own little world. Don’t worry, I learned my lesson. I wasn’t coming out here in hopes of dying or avoiding my problems.

I couldn’t deny this any longer.

I’m the source of my screwed up life.