How do I have to cope now? By becoming a drone. An empty shell. A skull devoid of thoughts because if I think, I'll break. If I realise how stressed I am, I'll stop moving. If I realise how much my life isn't what I thought it would be, I would end it.
This is how it is when you're an adult. Keep moving, go, go, go. Don't stop, don't think, don't question. Absorb facts, but ignore what they mean. Bills are just numbers, betrayals are just acts, lies are just words and days are just disappointments.
This is it. Guess I better get going.