Felt like I got my battery ripped out but simultaneously like I shouldn't. Just waking up to someone I really care about sobbing from actual mistreatment and needing to talk about it has killed my soul. That on top of summer doldrums makes me want to just crave the momentary oblivion of sleep. No hate or grudge against the person who is hurt I think its a very good reason to be hurt by things.
Just out of heart for it anymore. Tuck me in and let me die.
