There's so much stress in my life it's becoming impossible to pull myself out of bed. And it seems no matter what I do, there's just not enough pay-off for the determination and perseverance I practice. I don't know how many resevours of energy I have left. It can't be that much. It's like... I'm already running on fumes, and the fumes are evaporating fast. Then after that, I don't think I'll kill myself... I just think I'll stop giving a s**t about everything. I'll be in that hell I was at before going to the mental hospital.
Fellow Aspies, I am tired. Oh so very tired.