The exhaustion of a life trying too hard to do the wrong things

The endless burden of sadness. Add that to spiritual exhaustion and you've got permanent horizontal living.

I can't get up. I can't sit up. Holding my iPhone is so impossible.

I'm supposed to go to an airport soon to go somewhere. I'm not going. What difference would it make. And I don't want yo be around others who appear to have plans or hopes or business to attend to.

I don't have any of those. I feel silly and anonymous getting on a plane.

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