The kindness of strangers.

I'm tired. Exhausted. I wonder what it has all led me to, because right now, I'm not happy with what I'm seeing. Everything feels numb. When will this stop? Sometimes I may laugh wholeheartedly at myself, being completely self-deprecating like a tragic figure laughing in a comedy. But in truth, I despised myself. There is not even a tinge of self-pity. I know, because I've searched high and low.

I can't find me. You won't either.