i'm used to functioning on little to no sleep, so that's not the problem. i feel lethargic every second of the day, even when i've gotten a good night's sleep, and everything feels like a drag, a bore.
it's a kind of fatigue that is so bone-wearingly deep it consumes even the recesses of your mind and body and soul and whatever else there is of you. it has robbed me of my ability to write, to think, to live. i feel like i'm crumbling underneath all the pressure to succeed, because i've always never been able to deal with expectations and all that.
some days i wonder what keeps me going.
most of the time i don't even know myself.
