Sometimes I wish I could collapse and fall to the ground and not move. Then unseen hands would pick me up and take me somewhere safe and make decisions for me and I could just stay very very still and quiet and let the world go on without me.
In all the stories you are told as a kid, when everything gets to be hopeless, someone will come along and rescue you. Being an adult means realising that there is noone to come and get you, to take you away and fix everything. There is only you. And you suck.