Me and My Problem: Me

I realized long ago that I have a problem. The problem is that I know how to identify why things are not working, but have little to no control over how I could solve it. The more I realize what my problem is, the deeper I get into the trouble it causes. It's me. I am my own problem. I don't belong here. Anywhere. 

There have been many instances where the problem became so big I considered just erasing it from everyone it's affecting, essentially killing the problem in the process. However, I wasn't raised to be a quitter, even though the easy solution stares at me every time I look at the balcony, every time I look at a knife, and every time I look in the mirror. 

There have been many instances where I lay down on my bed and regret not taking the easy way out. Even as I type this out, thoughts about erasing the problem swarm my head, slowly overwhelming my common sense of toughing it out and doing what needs to be done. There was even a time I had written out my note but erased it. The note would have only made the problem prolong longer than needed.

I shall only make things worse continuously. No one needs to tolerate me. No one should. Just let me stay in Schrödinger's box. It is only a matter of time before it is empty once again. No problem.