If there were words to describe my confusion and overwhelming, I'm sure I would have found them by now. It's just, well, why do so many questions arise when there isn't even the least chance of answers?
Why is it that it;s times like these that shit comes out of the woodwork? After awhile of having an excuse to ignore it, I completely lose track of it, forget entirely about it's existence, and am free of it's weight. Even when the excuse is lifted away, the burden is still without recognition, without existence, even;but that's always only for a short while. for some reason, like clockwork, it never fails to return, without notice or real reason, just comes back, and each time it seems as though it has brought back up with it.
I guess, then, why is it that the weight only ever shows up when I have no defense against it?
Why is it that it;s times like these that shit comes out of the woodwork? After awhile of having an excuse to ignore it, I completely lose track of it, forget entirely about it's existence, and am free of it's weight. Even when the excuse is lifted away, the burden is still without recognition, without existence, even;but that's always only for a short while. for some reason, like clockwork, it never fails to return, without notice or real reason, just comes back, and each time it seems as though it has brought back up with it.
I guess, then, why is it that the weight only ever shows up when I have no defense against it?