Tired
It's been tough to get up in the morning. I've been sleeping for 10 hours or more, and still feeling tired. It's been a hell of a whirlwind during the summer and fall, and it hasn't been for the better either. I don't even know why I'm still living because I don't even really deserve to live. There are some days I wish I was dead and other days where I try to remind myself of the positive things that come from being alive. I'm still continuing therapy and maybe that's why I'm still hanging on, but I still sometimes wish that my life would be gone. Should I live for someone? No, probably not. Should I live for myself? No, probably not.