I’ve neglected myself.
I really have… I haven’t set time aside for myself.
I’m so worried about running, keeping myself busy… That I’ve neglected myself.
I can’t find the energy for it…
I’m running out of money.
… And I’m running.
Running away… Because I can’t find the energy to do anything else, not realizing that the running is draining me more.
I know I need to ‘DO’ something. I know I need to get my shit together.
But knowing and finding the motivation to doing is not the same.
I’m tired. Tired of myself. Tired of my ways. Tired of my mind…
I don’t need anyone to accept me. I need to accept myself.
I need to really love myself.
I need to fill up my own cup.
I need to take control.
Im tired. And I’m tired of being tired.