my tether to reality and sanity are cut. I’m drifting, alone. Even in a room full of people, it’s just me.

I’ll never be appreciated as much as I try. I’ll never know what it’s like to be wanted. I just feel like a throw away.

How did I let myself get to this point again? Didn’t I make a promise to myself? A disappointment even to myself.

And yet I still breathe. I don’t know how many times I’ve said it; I don’t know how much I’d care if I didn’t exist any more. The difference I make is tiny or negative.

I always feel tired. I can’t even bring myself to care right now. But I’m still trying, I think.