I don't admit this often, but... I'm exhausted. I'm burnt out from all the stress. All the wishing and hoping and all the drama that is my life, really take a toll on me. I try not to think about it to much. I try to just push forward and ignore the fact that I'm tired. But I can't outrun it. Sometimes I just have to concede that it caught up with me. And when it does, all I can do is bundle up and wait until it passes...
The hard part though, is that the rest of the world doesn't stop when I decide to take a break. They fuss and moan about me disappearing again. I can't really blame them, but one would think, that since I've ran away so many times before, they would be used to it by now. I guess it's a sign that they still care, or maybe it just means they like to torment me. It doesn't really matter anymore. I'm done with them. They can't be trusted and they're nothing more than means to my greater end...
The good thing about all this, is that the second I feel that I've regained my strength, I'm going to bounce back stronger than ever. I always did before and I'll do it again. I just need time. Time to think. Time to recover. Time to just let it all go...
