Progress is but an illusion
I don't feel a single step farther
on the road of personality development
(whatever that may be in my case
but let's just say becoming
something more of
a loving and lovable person)
than I was in May.
My life has no more meaning, and
I don't have more resources to try and figure it out.
I am not stronger or steadier.
If anything, I am weaker and moodier.
Sometimes I wonder
why there are still people around me
who don't give up on me.
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