I'm so tired at the end of each day. I try to resist the feeling that I'm being slowly swallowed alive into the next day where I find myself in the belly of a closed room while I wait out the day until I'm coughed out.
I would like to learn to look forward to each day. For a while, it seemed as if I was shifting to that but I'm weak.
Maybe I need a new tattoo to remind me of these things.