There is something very wrong with this picture.
This so doesn't feel right. All I did last week wasn't what I was supposed to, so it makes sense that things didn't end as expected. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't ready. Will I ever be ready.
You are just a fool trying to fool your self. That's what you are. If it was me, I would have ended with this shit a long time ago. We wish. What changed? Nothing, what makes everything worse to bare. Is anyone going to do something about it? Of course not. What is there to be done? A few things, sure. Who is going to do it? That is a problem. Weak, all weak. Stand up and do something. But you can't, you're to scared. Of what? Good question. Can you answer it? No, neither can I.
For how long this is going to stay like this? In the middle, without a decision, waiting for someone to step up. Who knows... Who cares...
