Some of my thoughts last night:
I'm tired of waking up every morning so the same damn disappointments and failures.
I'm tired of trying to talk to people, of waiting for someone to see me, but getting nothing.
I'm tired of being by myself.
I'm tired of being up all night with nothing but my thoughts, and no one to caring enough to see me falling apart.
I'm tired of no one noticing that every single fucking day I'm thinking about dying.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm not good enough, because I'm always the person who is left out.
I'm tired of being the second choice.
I'm tired of not belonging.
I'm tired of watching people forget me.
I'm tired of always being left on read, as silly as that is. No matter what I say, it's not enough to keep people talking to me.
I'm tired of being selfish, because that's exactly what this is. I want people to care; I'm an attention whore.
I'm tired of everyone being so caught up their miserable lives, they don't notice people who are doing even worse.
I'm tired of waiting for someone to listen to me. Or even hear me.
I'm tired of being me.
And I'm tired of being here.
