All. The. Time.

No matter how much sleep I got the night before.

I feel like a fucking zombie. My head is constantly pounding. I’m having more bad days than good anymore, and it a bummer. Though, honestly, I’m too tired to even be properly sad about it. I’m mostly numb.

I have no energy, but I have to go put on a happy face for the sake of my family. Even that has gotten difficult. They aren’t easy to fool. I see them watching me with sad, concerned eyes.

I’m not faking it till I make it anymore. I’m just faking it until I eventually die. That’s dark, huh?

It is, what it is, bro.