I feel tired. That's it. I'm just tired. Tired of everything in my life, because it's all become quite grey. Tired of the world. Tired of the universe. Tired of feeling ugly. I'm tired of my abusive father. I feel selfish, because many people would kill to be where I am...16, in college, a job, a boyfriend, a reasonably healthy body. But I just can't...do it. I can't pretend like this life is something I want. I tried to talk to my brother about how tired I am, how it seems to be sapping my energy and my life force. He just acted confused and said things like "You mean like you're physically tired?" I talked to my Mom and she said "It's just the hormones, everybody feels that way. Get more sleep." I sleep 12 hours a night, get up, study, go to work. I do everything I'm supposed to, but I'm still not happy. Why can't they understand? Why can't they understand that no matter how hard I try, I always end up back here again?