If I can confess something, I'm kinda just done.

I'll admit my life isn't terrible, objectively. I know I'm in a rough spot ATM but I also know I won't be forever. 

But honestly the thought of constantly, CONSTANTLY having to fight for fucking everything. I'd rather just not at all.

I don't even feel that down to be honest but like, the stress of finding better jobs, financial hardships, family drama, all of these things, they're exhausting to think about, and it's just life.

I have someone in my life that I don't want to leave behind...but what if I end up being too miserable from life weighing me down to actually make them happy?

Idk what to even think anymore