I’m tired of writing.
Writing about my life, that is. I can only write so much about the state my brain is in.
It’s not like my life’s improving; no. If anything, I still feel like my life’s being sucked out of me, ever so slowly.
So aside from my inevitable failure at living my life, what is there to write about?
I’m coming to a point where I roll my eyes just at the thought of visiting this site; not because I don’t like reading whatever it is that others have to say, but because I feel like I would just ruin everyone’s (or at least those who are reading my posts) day/night. Or that I’d bore the hell out of them.
Most of my posts are about my depression and anxiety. And loneliness. I can’t write about other things going on in my life, because there’s nothing going on except for those three I’ve mentioned. I’m reduced to a mere human being with nothing but mental illness(es). I don’t know though if that’s just the depression in me talking.
Oh, the joy.