I’ve realized that no matter what, that no matter if I’m bettering myself, everything around me remains the same.
It’s good when things are the same, but when everyone around you has been in some sort of funk following the patterns in which they only know how to cope, it gets frustrating and very overwhelming.
Just because I’m getting better, doesn’t mean things around me are.
There’s days where I think there’s no use in getting up from bed. I’ll be treated the same, I’ll do the same things that I do everyday, and nothing will change.
I wish I could float away…