I want to write, and it not be pain or sadness.
Sometimes all that’s left is sadness.
It’s night. I look over all that I haven’t accomplished and all my failures. It weighs on me. I am weary. I should’ve been better, stronger.
Now there is nothing left.
I wish I was past this. There are days and weeks I feel like I’ve made improvement, that I’m moving forward. Then a week like this comes along. Without warning, those dark clouds are back, surrounding me and my thoughts. All hope, all positive thinking seem to be swept away.
I am very tired, and I cannot sleep because tears burn my eyes.