always, even now….
I don’t think I’m depressed. And to be fair, I don’t think I’m sad either. But even when I think I should be happy, I just feel so tired. I don’t need happy. I can settle for all right. All I know is that I spend too much time awake wishing I was still asleep and counting all the cracks on the sidewalk because it takes too much energy to keep my head up.