Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I'm fighting a battle that's already been lost. Conquered by failure, consumed by disappointment and still I ask myself why? What did I do so terribly wrong in this unfortunate life that makes me blameworthy and undeserving of happiness? You took everything I worked my ass off for and ripped it away from beneath me - assuming that I wasn't sober because in your narrow-mind, once an addict always an addict. You're always the first one to say "some things just never change" and that's funny. Why? Because those words apply to you all so well. Maybe you should interpret that phrase to yourself in preference to conveying it to everyone else who enters into your presence. 
As a result of the past three months of the trials I've been encountered with, I'm not as energetic and full of life like I once was. I am in fact angry and my fuse has become shorter now than ever before. I get upset easily and I take things out on the one's that deserve it the least. It isn't right. I'm miserable most days and what was once blissful and sweet has been dominated by anguish and tears. I seem to have fallen into a deep, dark pit and no matter how hard I try to climb out, I lose my strength, fall to the bottom and the impact that breaks my fall hurts more than it did the time before. It's exhausting and weakness best describes me nowadays.