There is a kind of tiredness that sleep doesn't make go away it comes from the aching of your soul longing to be someone else tired of pretending to care about all the things you don't care about there is a kind of tiredness you cannot make go away it lays there deep in your soul growing more and more weary as you continue to do things that does not feed your soul

“The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.”

I don't know how to cope with stress