Finale

The school year is coming to a close.

I have finals today and tomorrow. I just have to make it through these...



I am on my last leg, and I cannot keep going like I do. It will be the end of me.

Be it in the context of school, work, relationships, friendships, general acquaintances, or getting out of bed in the morning.

I am losing the motivation to do the simplest of things.

I despise seeing the sun break the horizon for morning, and I dread the sun falling at night.

I watch and see what I dread every moment of the day, and the concept of hope is not one that I believe any longer. Give me something to believe, and I will end up finding it to be false. For why should I believe?