This is chillingly wonderful (does that make sense?) and really describes some of my very worst days
I am tired. I am always tired. It is the type of tiredness that makes me wish it was possible to log on and log out of life, like you would when the falsities of social media overwhelm you. There are times when I look forward to new days, not because I am excited for tomorrow but because I cannot wait for today to end. I don’t hate life. I don’t particularly love it either. I’m just here…floating, waiting. I don’t know what I am waiting for. I am not sad. I am not exactly happy. I am just there…in that state between happy and sad, where nothing is exciting and everything just is, because it is the way it is.
I am tired of being tired.