Give

I'm not inclined to give up on things. To WANT to give up? Certainly. Even when I WANT very much to just let go, give up, give in...even when I think I must be fucking pathetic for hanging in, hanging on, for facing the wind with my teeth bared and daring it to blow, for shaking my fist at the sun and daring it to burn...even then, I'm still in it.

Y'all, I'm tired of turning in circles, of feeling hammered by futility, of feeling like no matter what I do, what I give, what I make, what I am...it will never be enough, never be even adequate.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum...and at the same time, nemo me impune lacessit....or some junk.

You ever have days like that?