Regular

I’m so tired. Tired of going to therapy. Tired of pretending this shit will get better. Tired of meds. Tired of hating myself the second I open my eyes in the morning. Tired of feeling unloved. Tired of being tired. Tired of being sober. Tired of telling people “It’s okay. I’ll live”. Tired of my mum’s monosyllabic emails. Tired of diagnoses. Tired of the flashbacks. Tired of the fucking demons. Tired of the numbness. Tired of the embarrassment. Tired of not wanting to not hurt myself. Tired of not owning a gun. Tired of my face. Tired of my body. Tired of hurting. Tired of fighting. Tired of the mask. Tired of checking my phone. Tired of the darkness. Tired of talking. Tired of typing this. Tired of me. Tired of living.