I am so tired.
The kind of tired that settles into your bones, that makes every step feel like dragging a thousand-pound weight. The kind that comes from giving and giving and giving—only to be left standing in the wreckage, wondering why no one ever chooses to stay.
This week has chewed me up and spit me out. People I love, people I trusted, people I thought would be there have let me down, hurt me, or just… disappeared. And the worst part? I still find myself chasing after everyone. Apologizing. Feeling guilty. Begging for the bare minimum. It's like I'm stuck in this cycle of trying to prove I'm worth loving, worth caring for, worth keeping, worth something.
But right now? Right now, I feel empty. Hollow. Like someone reached inside me and wrung out every last drop of energy, hope, and love I had left to give. It's the last day of the month, that started off this new year, and all I have to show for it is exhaustion.
I just want to be enough for once without having to beg for it. I want to feel loved without feeling like I have to earn it. I want someone to choose me—not because I pleaded, not because I twisted myself into a version of me they could tolerate, but because they want to.
That's all. That's it. And yet, somehow, it feels like the hardest thing in the world to ask for.
I'm just totally done. There hasn't been a night this week where I haven't cried, and I'm tired.
I hate it here so much, and I just want to leave. I'm only sticking through this for my cat.