Im just so tired.

Wish there was someone i could run and cry to without feeling like a weakling.

Having body pains myself. And at a time when i can’t afford to have em.

Feels like im in some sorta mental state. A manic… emotion. I have to stop myself from being too impulsive because the tendency and anxiety is definitely there, like i need to do something / clean / throw away things / induce some sort of order even thru the most illogical means. Im just thankful that part of me can still keep my tendencies in check.

It doesnt feel like there is light at the end of this tunnel. The blackness just keeps getting blacker and blacker. Im tired of worrying and looking out all the time. There are many things i want to try or experience but this darkness keeps hampering everything, bit by bit. Even the simplest joys are starting to get out of reach..

I want to get out of this stupid dream..

It’s empty when there’s nothing to do.

Like a neverending void i continuously fall in.

It’s not nice or good, i can say that much…