The evil you know

Sigh. Another day.

Another day wondering how I ended up where I'm at. Pissed. That I AM where I'm at. And at myself for not changing it. There's a certain comfort in what you know. Even if it's not right. Even if it makes you angry, sad, cry, drink, and feel useless.

You know it. It's what you've known for years. It might be falling apart, but you're used to wearing it. Doesn't matter how many holes are in it, you just can't bring yourself to find a new one. But, no matter how much you love it, it doesn't love you back.

That's the danger with the evil you know.