The Girl With No Face

I’m so tired.. I’m resisting falling into depression.. resisting with all my might..

I’m so tired. I can barely get up in the morning, I usually don’t. I have not been to the gym in weeks. I can’t get myself to do anything productive. I’m so tired…

I’m tired of everything. of people. of things. of places. of faces.

I’m tired of being with people. with being alone. with movies, music and sunshine. I’m tired of the heat of the sun or the cool of the AC. I’m tired of the greyness of this country. the color of others. I’m tired of being alone, of people abandoning me. I’m tired of people constantly wanting to change me. I’m tired of the dreariness of people. I am friggin’ tired of being bored with everything and everyone.

I hate people. People must die.

I am tired of the routine and of being sucked into the conventional cycle of all human beings.

I’m tired of losing my individuality and my spirit.

I’m tired of the realization of how ordinary my life will turn out.

I’m tired of this persisting eerie feeling that something bad is going to happen or that I will die soon.

I am just tired of living.

I am tired..