Decem

Life is really just one big round circle. A vicious cycle, whereby things only get worse until you cannot cope, then get better until you are convinced that they will be okay, and then it lures you back until you spiral back to where you began. The displacement equals zero. I cannot decide whether to hope is to live, or whether hope is simply the game of the fool. I feel like I am just running continuously into a brick wall, trying without success until I no longer have the energy to keep trying. Fatigue sweeps over me like disease and I feel like I am losing an eternal battle. Maybe once I believed that sleep cures all things, but I am rapidly losing confidence in the ability of sleep to arrest this perpetual cycle of life.