Days like this is really the accumulation of the exhaustion of the past few days. I'm tired. Tired of fighting, to stay on and to not let go. Yet I seem fine to everyone, even to the Doc and the psychologist. Such a fucking great pretender. Days like these I feel like I'll never be able to win my genetic predisposition because all the medication and therapy in the world doesn't seem to help. It's not about finding an easy way out, I'm just really tired. I really want to stop and just rest.