Among his last words to me, were ” I don’t want to do this anymore”.

I understand. And I don’t want to either.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of this world.

I’m tired of trying to fit in. Or to be accepted.

I’m tired of trying to feel like I matter when I’m just one of billions of faces.

I’m tired of thinking that I make a difference to anyone when I don’t, aside from my dogs.

I’m tired of being invisible. I’m tired of having nothing to say that anyone wants to hear.

I don’t matter.

I’m tired.

I’m just so tired.

I miss my son.