There are people out there who are meant to succeed, and live an easy life.

And there are people out there who try their hardest and end up failures anyway.

They try to fix themselves, they try to atone for the ****** things they've done in the past, and sometimes, it succeeds.

It never lasts forever, and that’s the greatest tragedy.

Their only success is that those people are built for that kind of life. I’m one of those people, never able to completely get their **** together, only long enough to make it work for as long as they need it. To be able to take the stop-loss and still tread water enough to keep them out of the graves they’re constantly digging.

Some people simply don’t want saved. They don’t need fixed because they accept their destiny.

I don’t want saved. Don’t need it.

Sometimes all I want is to talk to someone who knows how that goes.

No solution.

Only acceptance.