I feel so tired. I have little desire to get up in the morning. I have little want to go to campus. I have little desire to do anything. I used to enjoy weekends. Free time was nice. Now all I do is lay in bed. I do nothing. I feel nothing. I’m so alone. So bitterly alone. It hurts. I don’t know what I want. I feel like my luck has run out. There is a cathartic feeling to it. I’ve always been waiting for it to happen, and when it does, it feels like a pressure buildup being released. Like a mask being shattered. Like I can breathe. At the same time however, it feels painful. Like a getting a ruined package in the mail you were waiting for. A sense of disappointment. I’m rather tired. I don’t really like it. I think I’ll go to sleep.