Failing.

As of late, I have been coping with a monumental array of bullshit. I can hardly stand it at times, and I have no one to run to, no one to understand my troubles. Everyone I seem to turn to gives me some Mickey Mouse bullshit solution, something easy for them to say in an attempt to comfort me. I appreciate the gestures, but things in this life of mine aren't as easy as it seems. I'm much more complex than people assume. Too often they take me as I present myself, and don't bother to delve between the lines. Sometimes it's better that way. I'm content with dealing with my troubles my own way, battling deep within myself, so my open wounds don't attract flies. But sometimes... like today, I just want to scream to the top of my lungs and run away as fast as my legs will churn. I used to think life was easy. That disillusion has quickly left me this year. I don't know what to do sometimes. All I can do is pray. Eat, pray, love. I wish it was all that easy....