Sometimes I feel extremely tired of being independent. I cook my own dinner, pay my own bills, repair my own car. After work I come home and talk to my cat. Or the wall when my cat is sleeping. When I'm sick, I drive myself to the clinic, and make my own porridge. Or when I have no energy, I just wont eat. My bedroom is dark, cos the lamp blew, and I can't reach to change it.
I wonder, if I smoke, will I feel more relaxed? But I dont dare to try for fear of my lungs getting polluted. I wonder, if I drink alcohol, would I forget my troubles? But I don't dare to start, for fear of damaging my liver. I know if I jump, it might all stop... but my religion doesn't tolerate that and I'll be damned for life and beyond.
I feel like giving up, but I don't even know what I'm giving up on.