Like my friends, I am tired of my own bullshit. I’m tired of waking up in the morning. Tired of forcing myself out of bed. Tired of going to work and faking how I feel. Tired of driving home in tears and in pain. Tired of drugging myself with food, alcohol, or the internet to dull the pain. Tired of getting into bed, crying and in pain. Tired of being cold and alone. Tired of being in my thoughts until I pass out in exhaustion. And tired of doing it all over again.
Still, with all of that I’m not tired enough to make a change so I guess I have nothing to complain about. Just continue on the treadmill silently. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right. I must be god damn Superman by now.
