I'm sick of having to convince myself that it's okay to be sad sometimes.
I don't like waking up and feeling
worn down and tired all the time.
I don't like the fact that I can't laugh
at jokes I would normally find funny.
Or the fact that I don't enjoy the
company anymore, or the solitude.
I am tired of the sadness and the
drag in my bones. I'm telling you I
cannot take one more sleepless night,
or say spent at home. I'm sad.
I'm sad, okay? I'm sad and
I'm not doing okay, and that's not
okay with me anymore.
