I’m tired. I’m too tired to keep doing this. I don’t have anything better than that to say today.
Depression is kicking my ass, the pain is winning, and I feel broken and alone.
I keep wondering what the point is, and I just don’t think there is one anymore.
I’m not okay. I haven’t been for a while. But I kept hoping things would get better, that I’d get what I need. That hasn’t happened, and now I’m pretty sure that it won’t happen.
I’m too broken for this world. I’m too alone, and I’m in too much pain. It’s too much to carry alone right now.
It hurts too much. And I have nowhere to put the pain.