lightbulbjack

Im tired. Its not the kind of tired that goes away with sleep.

Im tired of seeing happy people and wishing I was them.

When I sit down to write, the only thing that comes out of me is miserable tripe.

Ive been sitting at the keyboard for 20 minutes since I wrote the line above this one. Part of me wants to just blow it all out and part wants to keep it to myself because it wont really change anything by putting it here.

I hate what Ive become. It just feels like no matter how hard I try, I always end up back in the same place.