One of those nights when I feel useless, worthless, hopeless, sad and achingly consumed with despair. At the end of my tether (again) and beating myself up for it. This fight is hard, too hard, and I don’t think I’m strong or brave enough to keep going much longer.
I feel like I’m a drain on the world, on everyone I touch, and I’m consumed with guilt about it.
I hate this. I hate me.