Tired. Beyond belief, like weary, to the bone. Of everything and almost everyone. I know that I should really just take a vacation and a big dose of fuckital. But nope, I can’t, too much kicking around my head at the moment. Love lost, life on pause , nothing seems to matter anymore.
Where is it all leading to? And what is going to be the end result? I never get answers, only more questions. My faith and wits are stretched to the max. And there’s no relief in sight.
But there’s too much to do and not enough time to do what needs doing. Especially on my own, but I don’t expect help to come anymore. Either I suck it up and get it done, or I don’t. There is no other option. Life goes on and so must I.