june 6th, 2026.

i am.
so tired.


I know that i 'should' feel happy. the worst is over, right? and for better or worse, i've got the last big stretch of freedom i can expect for the forseeable future.

but
i barely feel happy about it.


i mostly just feel

tired.



i don't see the fire of insight, few ideas come to me.

i don't feel the pulse of passion, i feel weak and impotent.

i dont hold the sight of wisdom, all pasts and futures are clouded to my sight.

and, worst of all, i don't see the sky right now. In a way, HOPE itself feels absent.
however bleak that sounds.


but I am still here.
While I breathe there is still hope.
I am so
so
so

SO
tired.



Yet i persist. One way or another, I will part these clouds and gaze upon a reawakened sky.
I don't think I've been taking care of myself properly these last few days. I'm going to go eat something, see how I'm doing afterwards.
Whoever you are, thank you for reading these scattered thoughts. I'm too tired to make a doorway out of here, so could you do me a favor and just. Do it yourself?

thanks. it... actually means a lot. I'm serious.