And I am so fucking tired of it! I don't complain a lot. I don't say much, in fact. It's something I deal with, because I have to, and life goes on. There are much more important things. I think so, anyway.
I'm fucking tired. I'm sore. I'm bitter, and angry, and sad. Did I mention, I'm tired? Exhausted.
Things have to change. I have to commit to change. I'm so close to being ready. But I am so tired.
Be well,
Mb
