I'm tired of the fight. It's never-ending. Oh for a while I'll be ok but then it all starts again. I'm tired of fighting to keep my head above water. Of pretending that I'm ok. Of trying to think positive. Of all the physical and mental hurdles that I'm forced to jump almost constantly. Of being alone in a house full of people. I feel worthless and unimportant and lonely and restless. It's after 4 am and I know I should go to bed and get some sleep but I don't want to. I'm getting to the point again where I'm tired of even the mundane activities of life, such as sleep. Why the hell am I still here? And do I even want to be?