I’m tired.
I’m tired of being used by my parents financially just because they didn’t make something of themselves.
I’m tired of getting heartbroken.
I’m tired of always picking myself up when I don’t want to continue anymore.
I’m tired of having the heart to always love but not receiving the love back.
I’m tired of always putting on a smile when I’m not in any way happy.
I’m tired of offering a hug when I’m never offered one.
I’m tired of hearing, “You’re young, you can’t be tired.”
I’m tired. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to continue.
What’s the point?
I’ve tried for 26 years. Why do I have to keep going?
All my hopes and dreams of actually having a solid family aren’t going to happen.
Why? Why should I continue?
I know it’s not all unicorn farts and rainbows, but I hate this loneliness I’ve always had inside and hidden.
There’s no point.