Tired. I'm really tired. Tired of living in this body that's not capable of carrying me through things anymore. Tired of the neverending pain and tired of not getting rest when I sleep. But I look fine. I don't look sick at all. So I must be just imagining it. It's in my head.
But that's quite possibly the worst thing about it. It IS in my head too. Telling me I'll never be able to enjoy a thing again, or do what I dreamt of doing. It's telling me I'm useless and lazy. There are people out there dealing with worse, so grow up and stop being dramatic. I'm trying... But I'm so tired. I don't have much left.