I'm tired.
I'm tired. Not just physically, (Though there's that too), But mentally. Emotionally. I've done so much, Seen so many 'happy' faces, Pleased so many people, That the only person unhappy is me. But the moment I please myself, The moment I make myself happy, All of the faces turn red And the cheerful praise turns into yelling 'I'm so glad you're here' Turns into 'I'm so done with you doing this sh*t.' Even though I've NEVER done anything before. I'm so tired. So I won't apologize this time.
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