Tired, so tired.

That moment when nothing and everything matters. When you feel like crying yourself dry, with no reason; every reason. When you feel the pain of your heart sinking in your chest, and the tight knot constricting even the deepest of breaths. The moment when every frustration consumes your mind, and you’re lost in a sea of your own thoughts, drowning in the wake of your insecurities. Then you realize they don’t matter;

You don’t matter.