Almost...
Ugh why do I feel so strange? I feel like nothing is real. I can't control me. I can't control my life. I don't know what's going on. I'm really scared. I keep saying it's almost over but is it? Is it almost over? Or will there be something else. Always something else. Always something. My head hurts. I'm so tired. I can't remember things. I remember events from the day as if I had been half asleep through them. And maybe I was. I'm exhausted right now. It's almost over. That's what I keep saying. I have to keep saying. The last leg of the race when you can't feel your legs anymore, they're on autopilot, you know you're still moving but you also know that now's the time to move faster. Push it. Almost there. I feel as if I've been "almost there" my entire life. I've been running this last stretch for far too long. My body and mind can only take so much. How much is too much? Where is the breaking point? I've probably already passed it. But I keep going.