Stuck. That is all that I am. All that I feel. Stuck within a life that constantly repeats itself. Everyday the same as the last. The slight differences a mock of true variation. Constantly trying to make myself believe that I am happy here. Perhaps there are times when I am. Perhaps I do not truly feel like I deserve to be happy in the first place. Perhaps there is a part of me which believes that I should be miserable. So here I am…here I allow myself to be…miserable. Lost. Free to complain but never truly changing that which makes me unhappy. There used to be things to calm me, to make me feel content. It seems that currently, however, I am caught in a place devoid of inspiration and hope.