It's that time of year again.
My head in my hands.
Thinking about what progress I've made.

Nothing.
The end is near.

I just want to burst into tears, but I can't seem to manage.
Even that, I can't do.
A disappointment.

But I want to live.

There are things I want to do,
So many things.

So

I'll keep going,
Even if it's painful
Even if it's hard

I'll keep going.

For me.
So I can become the person I want to be.
Because if I don't do that, no one else will.

I will keep.
Going.