i am genuinely so fucking tired.
i’m tired of pretending that everything is okay and completely under control, i’m tired of having to humour anyone and everyone at the expense of my sanity, i’m tired of being counted on and upheld and at the same time scolded and harassed for every little thing, i’m tired of having my sense of justice and common sense be mistaken as obsessiveness and temper, i’m tired of being the jester and i’m tired of being misunderstood and not taken seriously.
i hope that one day, when i finally drop dead from all this stress, they somehow find all this and actually see, for the first time, what i was going through and feel the slightest bit of remorse.
but i know even that isn’t possible, because in reality, nobody gives a fuck and i am easily replaced, and will be, right as soon as i’m six feet under the ground. and their lives will go on just as they’ve always been. and that’s just the utterly grim reality of it all.
