extension.

No matter how hard I try, it seems, I just can't shake off whatever it is that haunts me.

I've done my fair share of festivities over the span of this week...

I was happy, caught in the moment. But the few seconds after I wake up and shake off whatever's left of the hangover... there it is again, in the pit of my heart:

The sharp sting of pain.

Guess I was just lost in a temporary escape.

This is like Vicodin for my wounds, I suppose.

I still have a long way to go before I really start to heal.

All I can do is dull the pain and distract myself from it.

There are times when I wonder if I'll ever be able to finally save myself... from myself.

I await the day where I can finally hear those three words of sweetness:

It's finally over.

And I can give up this madness and live my life, rather than fight for it.