𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟙𝟛𝟘. 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗘𝘅𝗵𝗮𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.

(I wrote this in the spike of the moment)

I'm exhausted.
I'm exhausted living up to my teacher's and other people's expectations of me.
I'm tired, but a tired where I either want to fall asleep and never wake up or drift off into space and forget about everything.
But I can't do that.
I have to what people expect me to do, so their perspective of me doesn't change.
~E, mentally exhausted.