There’s only one escape. It’s not getting better. I’m not getting better. I’m just so tired. It’s funny how people can be so determined to push you away. And finally one day, you fall off the edge. 

It’s not like I wasn’t clinging. It’s not like I didn’t try. But I can only fight so much against the pushing. The distance. The constant departures. 

I don’t really know what else to say. Nothing I say will ever make this right. Words mean nothing, if not backed by action. At least, my words won’t mean anything. I have to act to make this right. No more talking, no more settling things with words. Just actions. One action is all it takes, right?