Everything I do always feels like a cop out. My life as an entirety just feels like a sequence of cop outs, never facing up to the harsh reality of things and always finding ways to avoid it all. Running and running as far as my legs will take me until the inevitable catches up to me. I just want to make her happy, and I know she just wants me to be happy, and for me to be happy I need to work out all my shit and get myself stable, but it still doesn't make me feel any less guilty. I sound like a broken record talking about my guilt, lord knows she's heard about it one too many times at this point. Not much else I can do about it really, just need to keep navigating this maze until I find my way out of it.
Will I ever get out?
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