I really have never been able to put my thoughts into words, why? Maybe there are no words, or maybe I just don’t know what I’m thinking, but what I do know is that I’m tired. I’m tired of living through today only to get to tonight, where I spend my time thinking about how badly I don’t want tomorrow. I’m tired of spending my life looking for that occasional glimpse of light among the dark, when you, and I, both know the world is just getting darker. I feel like there used to be something to look forward too, like coming home to your family, going to build a tree house, playing tag with your neighborhood friends, and now the highlight of my day is ranting on tumblr to people that don’t even know who I am, hell, I don’t even know who I am. I’m tired of being sick and tired and hating myself, and everything around me, and I’m tired of the only happiness I feel, because it’s always temporary, and only comes around when I’m with a friend or two, and not even how It used too. If you’re one of the people that actually read to this point, I know I’m not the only one, I know that I’m probably just another depressed teenager, that’s not the point. The point is that I’m done being tired, people can tell each other how tired they are of everything but it’s still one big room of tired people. It’s not fair that something that was shown to us to be this beautiful is now so dark. I’m sorry for the people that grew up with hopes like I did, and found out the world was hopeless.