Lost…

It’s been a rough year. Though it has been rougher for others. I feel like I shouldn’t complain. It could be worse. But I’m tired. My mind is tired. My body is tired. Each morning I don’t feel like I can get out of bed. I have to. I have things to do, to take care of, reasons I have to push out the tiredness. But what happens when I finally break? When I’m so broken I can’t do it any more? I don’t know. I don’t want to find out. I wonder how people can deal with so much, but more I wonder how others can be so horrible to people to want to destroy them. How do people wake up every morning and decide they want to cause others pain? Wouldn’t it make more sense to go live their lives and do as they please? I don’t get it. I’ll never understand it. The last year has provided more questions than answers, more lies than truth. And I’m just tired.