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Or maybe… I just don’t want to be alone in this pain. God, I hate this.

I don’t have the strength anymore. And then everything goes black.

I'm done feeling sorry for what wasn't my fault and my burden to carry. I'm done giving a fuck!

The courtyard is empty, bathed in the cold, clinical light of a half-moon. Gods, I am so, so tired. I’m tired of fighting him. I’m tired of fighting myself. I’m tired of the cold, lonely bed, the restless nights, the constant, low-grade, humming ache that has taken up permanent residence in my body. I’m tired of pretending I don't want him.

He remains standing, head bowed, and waiting for more from me. But I have no more energy to give. This new revelation is a proof of another lie. How much more truths and lies are there? How much more are there to discover? It’s exhausting. My heart is tired. My mind is fried. I’m so done.

The tension between us burning, aching, never-ending. God, I was so tired of loving people who made me hate myself.

All my efforts these past years have been in vain but I see the universe is supporting me now. Oh how amazing this feels! ******

"I'm tired." She stared blankly at him but inside her heart was in broken pieces. How badly had he been hurting all these while, while she played heroine in Julien's film. "I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of trying to correct my past mistakes, I'm tired of trying to change, I'm tired of trying to be good enough, I'm tired of seeing you wait for me so patiently because you trust me so much, I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of my life, I'm..."

And then there's me… Ugh! This is frustrating.

I beg him, feeling tired, drained and exhausted. “What is there to stop?”