For the past few weeks I’ve dreaded every minute of every day. Every second of every hour I’m awake I wish it’ll be my last but as usual with my wishes they don’t come true. However, I can’t imagine feeling this way much longer.
Tired of the feeling of dread.
Tired of the dark thoughts.
Tired of feeling worthless.
Tired of not having the words to express to friends how I feel.
Tired of not knowing what triggers my depression.
Tired of not knowing what happiness is.
Just tired of it all.