Diary Entry 12.
Chasing the Wind
Weak, useless, hopeless, insignificant. Weak, useless, hopeless, insignificant. Weak, useless, hopeless, insignificant. Why am I so weak? So hopeless? So insignificant?
I am tired. So so tired. So so so tired. So so so ing tired. I am exhausted. I cannot deal with this anymore. I do not want to be here. I do not want to keep on trying. I do not want to keep pretending. I am tired. I am exhausted.
I want to cry. Let the tears out. Let the stuffed feelings out. But they don’t come out. They refuse to come out. I have sealed them away too tightly. So tightly that is suffocating me now. So tightly that I just want to stab myself in the chest to release them.
I want to forget. I want to forget so bad. I want to forget your touch, your scent, your gaze, your voice. I want to forget it all but the memories plague me every time I close my eyes.
I am tired.
I am exhausted.
I want to forget.
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