I either feel everything at once or nothing at all. I’m just tired. I’m tired all of the time. Sleep sounded beautiful… but now even my dreams scare me. Everything happening in life is happening in my dreams. I just want to wake up from whatever this is. Some days are good, some are bad. More bad than good, of course. You can only put on that fake smile before you finally break.. I’m getting to my breaking point. I don’t want to cry anymore, I don’t want to hate myself anymore. Why can’t we just walk away from depression or anxiety. I want to feel, but I don’t want to feel pain. It would be nice to feel happy, and know your happy, not just for an hour or a day, but just long enough to know happiness is real. Life wouldn’t be fair then, would it? No. So all the bad will just continue while trying to find the good.