Surviving, yes, but...

Why can't someone fight for me for a change?

Whether they can't, or won't, doesn't matter anymore. I can't even cry, the tears dry out before they well up. I'm starting to realize that it's not life that's killing me, it's me killing my life. Trying to hang on to the people who are supposed to fight for you, but won't, is like insisting on eating the same rotten food day after day, just because you're afraid you won't have anything else to eat, or that there's no other kind of food for you out there. At this point, I'd rather starve.