I’m tired of being… of being…
I am tired of being…
Yes, that’s it, I guess.
I’m just tired of being.
No, I’m not suicidal (I’m WAY too nosy to kill myself). I’m just not sure how to end that sentence appropriately.
brain mind soul psyche sits ready to unleash a stream of vitriol to end that statement- words that feel right, but are just wrong. I know LOGICALLY they are wrong.
Mental health is so puzzling. I was feeling pretty good just this weekend. And now, I feel so lost and dark and shapeless.
Yeah, shapeless. Undefined.
I’m tired of being undefined.