I'm tired and I feel like I could sleep for days. I feel drained. I know I couldn't write anything right now if I tried.
I feel so tired in every possible sense. I feel worn out. I feel guilty. It's because of about three things, but I won't go into them. Not... now. Especially as at least one of them is totally irrational and ridiculous. But I struggle to seperate myself from fiction so often that it isn't all that surprising.
Half term in two weeks. I just need to keep this going till then. I'm just.. urgh. bad things keep happening. I'm doing everything I can to fight them off and it's just wearing me down.
I'm not losing it again, I won't, I refuse to. Because the people who deliberately make my life difficult don't deserve the satisfaction. They aren't worth a second of my time. not a heartbeat.
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