i feel like crying for some reason. i can’t wipe the frown off my face. i’m embarrassed. sick of myself. tired. very, very tired. stressed. sad. depressed. hurt. and tired. tired of feeling the way i do and fighting it and not feeling things i want to feel. tired of analyzing myself. just so darn tired. tired of trying to be a perfect mother and failing miserably. tired of trying to be a perfect wife and failing miserably. tired of trying to be the perfect volunteer and perfect friend and perfect sister and perfect daughter. and somehow trying so hard and not getting any of it right.