Let it go

In my efforts to generally not give a fuck, I have certainly stopped worrying so much about myself. I find I’m a more relaxed driver (especially when I’m in the car alone) because I really don’t give a shit if some idiot runs me down. My protective instincts overrule this when I have passengers, so it’s not perfect.

I don’t think twice about taking sleeping pills with wine – because really, I’m thinking the only thing better than sleeping through the night would be just not waking up.

I’m just so fucking tired. Tired of fighting for things that will never happen, tired of trying to stop the inevitable. Tired.