Every day is a Struggle

So Im right back where I started not exactly but somewhere along those lines. When will I be out this grand vast ocean of distress, dismay, unorthodox ways of life, hope soon I'm getting tired of dog peddleling, I don't know how much I can hold on. But never the less I'm holding cuz I have so many holding on to me. Praying every night that I just be....somebody else anybody but me, but to the chagrin of my fairy tale life that hasn't been written yet, I wake up no different then I was the night b4 other than a lil bit more disgruntled then i was before *shrugs* oh well such is life right we must carry one