Have you ever felt tired in your bones?
Just so completely done with the struggle of existing?
If I was truly alone, if I had no one to miss me, I would take my life right now. Because there’s no end. There’s good days, and then so many bad ones.
It’s been three years, four months, twenty one days since this began. I thought I was getting better, but now I feel so much worse.
I’m tired of yearning for a time that’s gone, and waiting for a future that I’m too fucked up to get to. Something has to change, and I think I know what, but I’ve put it off for so long and I’m so scared that I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it happen.
I just want to not be miserable. I don’t need happy, I just need content.