ImTheBottomOfEverything

Everything is so ornately delicate.

I'm sitting on my sofa, in dimmed light. with half my face hiding in my t-shirt.
I feel awful.
When youve given everything youve got and thats not enough.
When you hope for the best but it never comes.

I'm tired. exhausted. i dont even want to write this.
i dont know why i am.

i just want to sleep for months, so my head switches off.
so i can just escape and breathe.

i dont want to live here, i dont want this position i am in life.
and i dont want to write and explain why, because whenever i write negative blogs, the closest people to me, never read them for that reason.

i feel so alone and isolated.
i need a hug.