  I know that the best way out of adversity is perseverance. I know that giving up does nothing but prolong the inevitable. I know all of this. I just don't care. I want to curl into a ball and wait for it all to go away, like it's a bad dream or something.
Except it's not a dream, it's real, and it's not going to go away unless I do something. Logic would say that I should pull my head out of my ass and keep moving forward. If only it was that easy. I can't seem to get the energy to do much of anything. And my trusty confidante is the last person who can help me right now. So what the hell do I do? What do you do when everything you know is wrong? When everything you used to do to comfort yourself, to center yourself, to move on and get over things no longer works?
When your feelgood songs annoy you? When your sources of inspiration just make things worse? When you feel cut off and distant from the very friends who want to help -- the only people who can help? What the fuck happens then? 
