Once again you tell me nothing is wrong but I have known you for too long to see it. And with that little lie, things start to break. So once again I try to see what is wrong, but you are still a closed door in my face and with everything that is going wrong I can not take one more thing on my plate. This being the last drop to overflow my life. Now I find myself deep in a bottle of wine. Just trying to drink my problems away but it won't help since I'm stuck in place. Unable to move.