World war me.

People will ask you what you want from life. They’ll tell you it’s your life to live how you want to. Except, when you tell them you’re giving up… Suddenly your choice isn’t considered and you’re told you need help.

And it’s so easy for people to tell you what you should be doing and why. They tell you everything they think you want to hear. Except for the only words you want to hear.

So again, you go along with everyone’s ideologies and expectations of what you should be doing. And it’s funny because they think it’s helping, when actually… it’s just killing you even slower. So painfully slow that it becomes exhausting.

My heart, my head, my soul aches and I’m so tired. Tired of the battle. Tired of fighting a war I cannot win.