Just tired.

By my mid-twenties I have miraculously pushed away all of my friends and family in an attempt to be personally successful. I keep reaching these plateaus I have set for myself and find that there’s just less to look forward to, I’m never for a minute satisfied. Most would consider this a reason to keep striving but all I can think of now more than ever is just going back to sleep. I’ve gone from a warm, personable person to an analytical, self depreciating piece of shit. You keep telling me it’s going to get better and I never know how to tell you that it hasn’t yet. Always tired; physically and emotionally.