Out

"I want out."

What do you say to that? What can you say to something like that? There's really nothing. There's absolutely nothing that can remedy the situation, nothing that can make it make sense. Sometimes things just happen, things that can't be stopped or changed or made sense of.

And then the only choice is to hope that something works out from it all, to hope that maybe there's something that's worth it somewhere in the mess. Often enough, that's not even there, and there's not even any sense in hoping that there may be.

But it's never a matter of thriving, it's always just a matter of holding on. The question was never one of "how well can you live?" but rather "can you survive at all?" Maybe that's where it all went wrong, trying to find more in it than there ever was, trying to make sense of nonsense, trying to follow a logic that was never there to begin with.

Because walking out of that mindset, walking away from those thoughts, is no better than letting it all collapse. In the end, everything is broken. In the end, nothing can be avenged. In the end, the only real way to go is out. Is there really anything wrong with wanting that?