I feel tired today.
The last few nights I have been having a couple beers before bedtime. I also took my beer into the shower with me one night. I struggle a lot in the evenings, this sense of dread and loneliness creeps up often.
It is my best friend’s 4 year wedding anniversary today with her husband. She is lucky. She lives a good life.
Every fucking thing I do every fucking day is a struggle. EVERYTHING is just that much harder to do for some reason. Starting to think surviving is just way more work than just being dead.