everything from everywhere just keeps stabbing my already throbbing, bleeding heart.

everything from everywhere seems to keep reminding me that im useless.
i think im good, but ha, as if. what i can do is only a cent of what the least of the people can do.

everything from everywhere seems to be screaming at me to give up, and get a new life, what for hang on, i;ll never be able to reach the top anyway. wont it be worse to hang on, knowing that no matter how hard i climb i can never reach the goal, than to just let go, and fall into the darkness of the valleys below, allowing myself to be envelopped in the whisper of the silence in the world i once knew before.