TIRED BUT STILL BREATHING

There are days when everything feels like it’s falling apart — and honestly, it’s one of those days for me.

I wanted this summer to be different. I wanted to do an internship, learn something new, add a line to my resume, and feel a little better about where my life is going. But no matter how hard I try, nothing is working out. Every application feels like it’s being thrown into a void. Every day feels like another reminder that I’m not good enough, or maybe not lucky enough. And it hurts more than I expected it to.

I don’t even know what’s wrong. Is it me? Is it bad timing? Or is life just being difficult for no reason? Everything feels weirdly out of place. My mind’s a mess. My heart feels heavy. And I feel like I’m standing somewhere in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where I’m supposed to go next.

I used to believe things eventually work out. But right now, I’m just so tired. Tired of hoping, tired of acting fine when I’m not. Tired of this constant emptiness.

I’m writing this not because I have some positive, wise ending to share, but because sometimes it’s okay to admit that things are not okay. It’s okay to say, “I’m struggling.” It’s okay to feel broken. And if you’re feeling the same way… hey, you’re not alone.

Maybe one day, things will turn around. Maybe one day, I’ll look back at this phase and smile at how strong I was to survive it. But today, I’m just trying to breathe.

And that’s enough.

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