I hate my best friend died, I hate my sister died, I hate another friend died, I hate that I feel like a failure. Ive been masking my entire life and more since my losses. I’m tired, I need a break. I hate when I’m hoke alone I cry. I miss my best friend’s voice, I miss seeing and hearing my sister every day. I see them in my dreams all the time which makes sleeping resentful. I’m on my bathroom floor wrapped in towels with music okayibg, and crying. I have work soon, I have to pull myself together and pretend nothing matters and still do my duties. I’m tired of being my family’s fixer. I’m tired of my meds, I’m tired. I just wanna stay in bed and cry. But life goes on, the sun comes up, but….I’m tired.