… exhausted …

I am existentially exhausted.

I do not get it. I have never gotten it.  And I am tired. It’s all too loud. It’s all too ridiculous. Horrid people keep winning. Games. Prizes. Esteem. Statues. Fame. Forgiveness. Wealth. Fantastic people keep losing. And being lost. Forgotten. Damaged without relief. Used without thanks. Used, period. Forced in front of trucks. Exhausted.  Just fucking exhausted.

And good people keep letting it happen. What is the point? WHAT IS THE POINT?

His father died. I’m adrift. Drift. Out of control. Very iffy tonight. He was not human. Don’t leave me here alone. Take me up. I’m not human.

 

 

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