Hey, it’s me again.
This time I didn’t disappear for very long, did I? Well, I am not feeling very well, as of this very moment, hell I haven’t been feeling very well for as long as I can remember, and right now I need to vent. I need a shoulder to cry on. I need to weep until I don’t feel my face any more.
I haven’t been feeling very brave lately. I am tired. I am drained. I am sleep deprived and I am so utterly emotionally exhausted that I’m constantly on the verge of my tears.
I don’t know who I am any more.
I don’t know what my purpose in life is, I don’t know what my dreams and goals have become.
I don’t know what the hell I am doing, or where on earth I am heading.
I’m sad all of the time, and when the night time comes around I feel alone and heartbroken and tired and I wish there was someone who’d hold me in their arms and tell me that things will be alright after all, but there isn’t anyone, and I’m left questioning the meaning of my own existence at the early hours of the morning.
All I want is to curl up into a ball under a womb of warm blankets, cry my hearts content out and read a book or two. I don’t want to face any life responsibilities. I’m so tired that I can’t be bothered any more.