I've been hoping for better days but not praying because I'm not religious. I've been waiting for things to change, but everything is the same. I hope that one day, things will change, but right
now the future looks gray, and I wish it looked great. Every day is still cold, dead, and filled with dread. Tomorrow is filled with fear and unease instead of joy and relief. I'm sitting here patiently
waiting for better days to come my way, but there's something in the way. I'm just waiting and hoping that I manage to make it to better days. Maybe life will never change, but that's impossible to
say because eventually something will come and clear the way. I'm starting to worry if this is just the calm before the storm, but I know that's just my head getting in the way. Sometimes, I can't
separate reality from the demons in my head, but that's okay because I know one day I'll be okay. I feel like this is my saying I'm giving up, but I think this is just me saying I'll wait, I'll wait for
better days. When I finally make it to better days, I know everything will be okay, but right now, I'll just wait for those days.