I am just so, so, so fucking exhausted. 
I am tired of my mind, and I am tired of being misunderstood. 

I try to find ways to express my extremely dependable chaos, but I often speak my own language. 

I am tired of feeling so much insatiable. fucking. longing. 
I am tired of always feeling like I know something other people don’t see. 

Not because I am better, but because I am cursed. 

I’m tired, and yet for some reason - I am confident it will always be worth it. 

Whatever “it” is, I don’t really know - but I do know that I used to want to die, all the time. 
So, being tired isn’t so bad, especially when I know it will be worth it.**
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I just want to rest. 
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** this statement does not reflect on any past, present, or future, references toward every day nihilism** 😁😂