I am tired.
No, don’t tell me to get a good night’s rest. It’s not going to help. I am going to wake up still firmly stuck in my bubble of sadness and exhaustion.
Don’t try and advise me on how I can get over it – I won’t recover. Don’t try and tell me you’ve been through more, you don’t know half of my story.
Let me rest. Give me a break. From life. You don’t even know me half as well as you think you do. I am not half myself as what I show. Don’t try and tell me, you’ll understand. You don’t. None of you do.
I don’t blame that.
I blame life, for playing a joke on me. On you.
I am tired, of life.
Keep hiding, bolt the doors right shut.
Put up a mask in front of everyone else.
After all, you can’t afford to be yourself.
No, the answer simply is no.
Pretend you never noticed this post.
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