Your own mind is not considerate of your feelings. It doesn’t care if you’re tired all day. It doesn’t care what all you have left to do. It just knows where you want to go deep down

This frustration has not left me. I hate that I expected things to be any different than they are right now. They’re not. I’m still the same person. I still delay doing the things I say I

So little of me seems to be holding on throughout the day. I’ve completely numbed myself out to be here. Is this really the only road to the place I want to reach. It’s so fucking boring.

Work is work, do what you can to make it through another day. That’s what most of us do, we do what we can to just get by for one more day. The fatigue stays, it never