How did I reach the conclusion that I was tired of just about everything? It’s the small things that are often the last straw.
Which is pretty much what has happened today, a minor inconvenience to anyone else has felt like the end of the world for me.
I’ve cried for an hour straight, I’m questioning if I want to keep going with life, I know that in a day or two I could be back to a really great mood, but I also know that it won’t last and that sooner or later I’ll once again be being crushed by a wave of depression.
I’m just so tired of the constant ups and downs.