Every day has been a tough day, for the past five months. I've been screaming, clawing and falling around at each failed step I make; it doesn't end. 'Oh, you'll be fine'. Well, mom, my fine is an egg that will break, I am never truly fine. I haven't been showering in an attempt to foul out these distressing, and most exhausting, low thoughts I have, but it doesn't work. All it achieves is the reality of dark circles and end resorts.