I'm tired, but I had enough sleep last night. I've had my coffee multiple times today. It's something deeper, something much harder to heal. Something that won't be solved by a good night's sleep or a cup of coffee. It's something that I couldn't help.

I'm tired, but not physically. I'm doing well physically, but I'm tired mentally. I'm tired of life. Of the universe that never stopped throwing me curveballs. That won't let me take a timeout.

It's gotten worse lately. My own body aches now. Every fiber, every tendon, every inch of my muscles all aches. It's getting hard to wake up. It's getting dark. I could feel darkness swallowing every inch of my sanity that is left. I could hear the thunderous silence coming soon.

I could feel darkness's arms slowly wrapping over me. I could hear it's a whisper, louder by each waking day. It's getting harder to walk, as every step became heavier and heavier. I could feel its coldness slowly creeping in.

This is it. This is where the light ends.