I'm tired. I'm so, so, so tired. Not just physically, but mentally. Emotionally. It's a tired I can feel down to my deepest level. One that leaves me feeling hollow and burnt and hurting. It's been one thing after another after another. Not just in 2020 but for years now. I can feel them weighing on me like invisible chains. All I can do is trudge through the same endless cycle day after day. Wake up. Work. Sleep. Wake up. Work. Sleep. Again and again and again. So often I'm so busy at work that I don't get to eat breakfast until well after noon, or sometimes dinner is my only meal of the day, if I have time for it. I often don't. I dont have time for anything but work it seems. Sleep has been reduced to a meer couple of hours each night, with frequent ups and downs because of the nightmares. I dont have time to mourn. I don't have time to grieve. I don't have time to live, or love. No time for family and friends. All day every day, it's just wake up, work, sleep. And how can I be so selfish, to feel bad about this? To feel so lonely and so stressed and So. Fucking. Tired. People out there are fighting for their lives. They are fighting for the lives of others. And I'm just sitting here worried about me. I don't know what to do. I don't know who to talk to. I suppose thats why I'm writing this here. No one will read this. Not for a while at least. And when they do, will they care? If I were to just leave, to just disappear one day, who would notice? What would it take? My boss would probably notice first, if only because I never showed up for a shift. My family? Oh please. It took them almost a month to even realize I had moved out of the house. I haven't talked to friends in months, even before quarantine. Am I truly worth so little? That my only worth is in what I can do for others and only when I can do it? I'm so easily replaced after all. How can I possibly evan exist? How can any of this exist? Nothing has seemed real for so long. I'm tired of this cycle but I'm too tired to break it. I just need help but who wants to help the helper? I don't even know what help I need I just feel like I'm drowning and no one is listening to my screams. And those that hear them tell me I'm exaggerating. That I'm doing this for the attention. That I need to get my priorities straight. That I'm being selfish. Don't I know that there are others out there who have it worse than me? Don't I know that there's a pandemic going on? Everyone is stressed. Everyone is tired. I'm not special. So I'll sit here and drown in my silence and the hollow in my chest will continue to grow until there's nothing left of me. I'll rot away from the inside just like the rest of this cursed world, crushed under the weight of my own sorrows and grief and pain and guilt. And no one will know. Because theres no one worth knowing about. Not here. Not now. And there's no one left to do the knowing, because they all go when my usefulness does.
I'm so tired. I'm more tired than I can ever properly express. I just want someone, anyone, to listen. To hear me. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't know where I want to be but it's not here. I want friends. I want a family. I want to be able to feel something. I want a hug. I want to sleep. And if its selfish of me to want those things....
I want to be selfish.








