One of those days.

So I'm pretty sick of being me. And fairly tired of being alive. And I really just want everything to stop. I wish I could let down these stupid barriers and just be myself. Six months ago, I honestly thought I knew who I was, and now I barely even know why I'm here. It's exhausting, feeling this worthless, and having to constantly come up with reasons why I should bother staying awake. It's a pretty horrible feeling, having to come here to write down my thoughts because I don't feel comfortable actually verbalising them to anyone except my mother. I want everyone I know to see the real me. I just want to stop pretending. I'm fed up with picturing my broken body twisted across a pavement, and wondering how many people I've actually left a lasting impression on. Sick sick sick.