Sometimes I feel like I’m back in high school again. Like my friends are talking about me behind my back, passing notes I’m not privy to see, complaining about what a downer I’ve been lately, that I’m so obnoxious they can’t stand me and then smile to my face but avoid my company.

Maybe I’m just paranoid.

It’s hard to not feel that way when you know you’re not any fun anymore. When you’re struggling to be free of burdens you can’t seem to unload. When you feel like you’re drowning awake.

It’s like I can’t stop making stupid mistakes.

And I’m so tired. So tired.

And as it seems, so are they.