You're tired.

You've reached that point of not seeing the reason for being anymore. There wasn't a point to everything you're doing and you're just so so so tired. Every movement you make is all just muscle memory, not finding the drive you once had. You're not looking forward to the day, and when you do start it, you can't wait for it to end.

You wait for that plot twist to come to your life, constantly striving and doing everything you can for it. Yet it never seems enough. It never seems to pick up. You have reached that point where you don't want to wake up the next morning. But life continues on because the world is like that. After all, the world doesn't stop for one person.

But whenever you think of quitting, life again is at the back of your mind, constantly blaring the fact that you can't quit. There's so much to live for, so many people relying on you to live for, that you feel guilty even thinking about quitting. The pressure to stay in top shape and not letting them know just what exactly it is that you're going through never goes away.

So you just grit your teeth and carry on.

There will be brighter days, you think to yourself. There will come a day when everything you're suffering now will go away and you'll find yourself happy again. That this is just a temporary thing and no one needs to know about it.

But you're just not sure if you're still here for those brighter days.