Never. Options

[*Azarel*]

The days are long, horrible, nearly unbearable. The imposing monotony takes a stab at the heart, misses, takes aim again. Eventually, it hits; it takes its toll. The pain burns - it's excruciating. You try so hard to pretend it doesn't affect you - but inside, you know. It stings - a steady pain, never ceasing, never alleviated. You hate for the world to know; you just want to hide, to disappear. But instead, you can only put on the mask, share the facade, pretend it's okay. You can never let yourself go; you can never be free.

I should title one of these someday. And maybe write something other than prose. Perhaps next time. Today, during fourth period.