Life feels exhausting lately. I try to stay upbeat, but… Coworkers uselessly prod at me during a job I just go to, to distract myself from all the other shit in my life.

Family says things out of spite. In difficult moments, they make me feel like less than. I know it’s just out of frustration, but that shit keeps picking away at me.

Whatever couple friends or acquaintances I had grew bored of me. They stopped reaching out, and I stopped too.

I’m too tired to play these runaround games when I’m struggling, and they seem to be doing so well. I feel lost.

Some days are worse than others, but it’s those low times — the quiet ones than make me feel utterly alone.

I’ve fought to be here today. But how much fight can I possibly have left?