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I am tired.
Tired of myself. Tired of being myself. Tired of fighting the very nature of me in a self-appointed quest to be better. I do not want to stay the way I was, however. And I am not in anyway against the changes I started to implement. I am way better than before, even if I am not that far from my starting point. Or maybe I am? I am not sure.
Perhaps I am happy and don't know it yet. Perhaps I am unable to be happy, not anymore. Or perhaps, unwilling.
I am just tired. Drained.
Wilted.