Blending halves

I'm done.

I can't do this anymore.I'm done trying to keep alive a peace you all want to trade for war.

My heart is full of love and eagerness and joy at the sight of a complete family,yet you silently decide to poison it with indirect afflictions.

Why do I even try?Why do I expect an ounce of balance under this roof when I know the slightest spark may trigger a full-blown explosion?

Dear God,I'm such a damned fool!

But I try,I always do.I bite my tongue and stomp on my pride because life's a bitch and you never know when...

I can't tell happiness from misery anymore because they're together all the time:blending,churning,consuming the very last drop of sanity I have left in this brittle head of mine...

The worst part is I can't ever let go,not even when I'm watching a movie or trying to fall asleep.

That's the thing with reality:it's in a permanent state of "right in your face".

I don't know how many foreign wrongs I can mend anymore...