you might wish your body would just melt away and slip into the core of the earth, and you will be no more. you might re-live what had long gone, over and over, hoping to find one tiny flaw where you can put the blame, but everything was so perfect. so perfect that you just have to blame life for throwing you to the mud and drown and you there. the choice is yours to let your self drowning even deeper or you can just keep paddling your way up to the surface then dry land. it is your call to play victim and self pity or just fight your way back. “It’s not always rainbow and butterflies”.