Everything that’s ever happened is playing in my head constantly. I’m on the brink of exhaustion and I pray that tomorrow will be a different day.
I’m trying to decide what to talk about but all I can come up with are empty thoughts.
I feel an inherent tiredness that cannot be simply cured by sleep. Losing myself I am drained of life. I can’t remember what it’s like to not be tired.
It’s mentally overwhelming when you feel bad about something you can do nothing about. When you feel bad about something you didn’t even cause.