I Give Up

I am tired. I'm tired of life not falling into place. I'm tired of feeling like "this is it," only to be met with dissapointment. I'm tired of being overwhelmed with taking care of one, only to feel like I've neglected 1,000. I'm tired of my junk and I'm tired of everyone else's frivolous crap. And I'm tired that I'm tired.

So I give up. I'm going back to square one, whatever that may be. I don't know what it looks like, but it can't be more dissapointing than now. Maybe by going back and I can figure out where it all went wrong.