hopeless...

i never thought i would ever associate myself with that word... "hopeless".
but what else can it be? this feeling of being stuck. of wanting to stay in bed, under the covers. of wanting to bond with Facebook and with my Max. of not wanting to breathe too deeply.
despite knowing the drill (and God knows i have been down this road one too many times, standing exactly at this realization) it is suffocating to move even an inch sideways. let alone forward.
it is easy for you to say move on, and that i will be better off. but have you ever spent even one minute in my tattooed skin? have you ever felt the smile that lifts my soul when i hear your voice. even when it is telling me to move on?