Life is an endurance race. How long can you go before it breaks you. Life is defined by how you choose to deal with it when it repeatedly drops you off a cliff into the abyss of misery and bullshit. There are little tiny and oh-so-infrequent sparks of light that show up from time to time in the pitch darkness, and you just have to lie to yourself that the pain is worth it for the good things.
But the truth is that responsibility is the only thing keeping me alive right now. There is nothing good left. Even the sparks of light are dull and dim. There hasn't been a light at the end of the tunnel for a long long time now, and the one that I thought was there was a lie.