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I am tired.
I am tired of feeling depressed. I am tired of having mood swings. I am tired of feeling. Feeling like I annoy people. Feeling like I am ugly and worthless. Feeling like I'm a pest. Feeling like I'm the problem.
I'm tired of bowing down to society. I'm tired of bending backwards to please everybody.
Im tired of even feeling the need to please everybody and make them happy. What about me? I should be pleasing me for once. Making myself happy. But the problem is I don't even know how to make me happy.
I'm tired of staying up all hours of the night because I can't sleep. I'm tired of laying in bed all morning instead of spending time with my mother because I can't find the energy to wake up and face the day. I'm tired of fighting yesterday's demons just to fight them today and the next day and they next. And the next one. And everyday following.
I am tired of people putting words into my mouth. I am tired of people making my feel like I'm the bad guy. Like I'm the one at fault. I am tired of my voice not being heard for once. I am tired of feeling guilty all the damn time. I am tired of not knowing who I am. Because when I am me. It's like I'm copying people. When I'm not. In the end.
I am tired.

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