Tired
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

I'm so tired of it all. Tired of all the bullshit. Tired of getting up again after every time I'm beat down. tired of working five days so that I can spend two days recharging in order to work another five. Tired of driving home at three in the morning, glancing at the passenger seat, and seeing no one there. Tired of going for so long on my own that I can't remember how long it's been since I was important to someone in that way that we all want to be important to someone. Tired of repeating the same days over and over with no end in sight simply because there aren't any alternatives. Tired of doing the things I keep wishing I could stop doing and not starting the things I keep telling myself I need to do. Tired of being the odd numbered man in the group. Tired of not knowing how to make things better. Or, worse yet, knowing how to make them better but not being able to. Tired of surviving instead of living.

But most of all I'm tired of fucking everything u[ that I've got going for me on a regular basis. Its like I can't accept good things happening to me so I have to go and completely screw everything up by being me.

Last I checked it still says Sort your fucking life out on your to do list. Maybe you should do it, you pathetic whining little cuss.