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Ready to throw in the towel yet again. Tired of fighting, tired of convincing, tired or pulling up all the bad memories, tired of being "different" ugh so tired. Don't want to "die" or anything... Just tired of thinking... Shut down? Auto pilot? Just maybe...
Meltdown I guess is what some would call this... I'm lacking the energy to go on this way though. I'm tired of it... It just hit me, what's the point? It's obvious that those who suffer from as many "mental illnesses" as I don't make use of their lives the way society believes they should... So why try?
Tired... Ugh...
Seems when these sentenses are uttered from my mouth blackouts begin... That's ok... I wont fight it... No point... No point in fighting the hallucinations... No point in fighting anything it just causes more confusion for me...
Auto pilot had to be one of mans best qualities in scenarios such as this one...
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I'd lock my hands behind my head, I'd cover my heart and hit the deck, I'd brace myself for the impact if I were you.
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