0. The Fool

I’m fucking exhausted in every way imaginable. I haven’t slept in three days, my whole body feels heavy, I’m bogged down in a deep depression and shaky panic attacks and even my will is flagging.

I’m just tired of having to fucking fight. Since I moved everything has become a fucking fight- to get out of bed, to find work, to keep work, to keep my own head up, or even get real peaceful sleep and I’m tired of fighting. 

Ever since my dad I’ve had to be the paladin, and yeah I can do it and do it pretty well but eventually I was gonna run out of stamina and now I’m here and no ones here to catch me when I fall. That was like 3 different metaphors, this is all over the place.