I am tired.
I cannot sleep because I am too awake with dread.
I am hungry .
I am controlled by cravings that are not real hunger but attempts at filling a void.
I am not happy.
I know things could be a million times worse.
I wake up every day hoping something monumental will occur. It never does.
I wake up every day hoping something monumental does not occur . It doesn't.
I look at myself with disdain.
I look at myself and think I'm not too bad.
I ask a greater power every night to remove the black thoughts from my mind.
I ask a greater power every night to send me a sign I should keep going.
Neither is answered.
I remain somewhere in between.
