Are you as exhausted as I am?
But the fatigue that I feel won't go away with a little rest and sleep. I want to rest for the rest of my life, but life has given me a lot of hardships. Is it because life despises me, or is it because everything I've gone through doesn't make it seem like I deserve a happy life? Perhaps life believes that I'm so strong that I can handle all of its challenges, but deep down I know that I'm tired, but I have to keep going, even if it means shedding blood and perspiration
