Tired

So what am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to say to the world when all I want to do is run away from it and avoid it? What am I supposed to do when all I want to do is run away and hide in a corner, away from where anything can reach me? What am I supposed to be, now that I'm here, lost, alone, forgotten?

This is what my life has become. I'm tired. I don't know what to make of it anymore. All I have left is just pulling myself through this, day by day, again and again. I have nothing else left. I am the sum total of all of my emptiness, and nothing more. I'm running on the lack of anything. Maybe it's the hope for something that's keeping me going, or maybe it's just a perpetuation of habit that will at one point, as with all things, stop.

I'm sorry. This again is a terrible post, but I don't care. I doubt I'll really be able to write anything even the least bit more worthwhile today, so I'm hoping that maybe something half-tolerable will make itself apparent by tomorrow. And if not, then I'll apologize again, for the very same nonsense that I am excusing myself for now.