Do you ever just feel done with life? Not because of depression or being suicidal but just because you’re tired of the struggle it takes to be alive. Constantly worrying about things, constantly being broken, losing those who mean something to you. Life is just an endless cycle of giving you happiness and snatching it away at the exact right moment it will hurt you the most. I’m not depressed, I’m not suicidal, I’m just tired of fighting for the happiness I never receive. Life just isn’t worth the brief moments of happiness I receive.
I miss my best friend.