It's happening again.
I'm always tired.
I'm starting to hate eating.
I'm starting to hate waking up.
I hate writing.
My laughs are soft.
I'm tired.
I really wanna die.
I'm constantly lonely.
So lonely it makes me physically hurt.
I can barely braid my hair.
It's like I have no energy.
Feels like I've worked a long job.
I feel stupid too and guilty.
I can barely leave my bed.
Why do I write these?
Like airing out my business.
It's good therapy.
So I'll continue.
My body hurts too.
Like I've been hit repeatedly.
Everyone bothers me.
I'm just tired.
No other way to put it.
So tired that waking up feels like the worst gift at the moment.
