I’m tired.

I’m tired of thinking about someone who has already moved on.

I’m tired of waking up with anxiety each night at 3:33a and unable to go back to sleep.

I’m tired of looking old.

I’m tired of feeling old.

I’m tired of having to deal with anxiety over and over again.

I’m tired of working on a project that doesn’t fulfill me.

I’m tired of feeling imposter syndrome.

I’m tired of wishing I had made these big changes sooner.

I’m tired of missing aspects of my old life knowing I can never go back.

I’m tired of feeling like I have no control.

I’m tired of the wave of emotions that overwhelm me at strange and odd times.

I’m tired of feeling jealous of people.

I’m tired of the jealousy making me feel inferior.

I’m tired of feeling like a failure.

I’m so very tired of still thinking about someone who has already moved on.

I’m tired of the fact that that last sentence has appeared twice in this list already.

I’m tired of feeling lonely.

I’m tired of the extremes in moods.

I’m tired of relying on numbing agents as a way to mitigate my anxiety and panic.

I’m so fucking tired of thinking about this guy.

I’m so tired of having to make serious decisions that leave me feeling uneasy.

I’m tired of having to tell myself “I am strong”, or “I’ve got this.” I clearly am not, and I clearly don’t.

I’m tired of how much I want to move on from this situation but won’t.

I’m tired of a lot of things.

I just want to feel good about myself again.