You've lost count of all the times you promised yourself you would make it work, no matter what you do there's something stopping you. You have gone through the list, you've checked off everything. There's nothing and no one to blame for all the darkness you carry. your back hurts but if you sit down too much they'll notice. The blisters have made homes on your feet now but you try not to complain. you smile briefly. You've won. By your posture no one can tell you cried for the same shit again in the car this morning.
