I know we all have our problems but fuck, sometimes I just want to crawl in a ball and cry. I won't give up ever but sometimes I want to for a little while, maybe a few hours. But I can't escape. So much shame over the past and fear of the future. I hate when I feel like I don't have any options, but the thing about fighting is that I do... they're not fun choices and it's painful, but it gets better over time.