Two words. Sometimes three. When people ask what’s wrong, this is generally the answer I give them. It’s more convincing than saying nothing. But when I say I’m tired, I generally mean emotional rather than physically. I’m so tired of having to wake up every day, throw on a smile, and pretend that everything is ok. I’m tired of feeling like I’m burdening someone with my problems if I try and talk to them. Sometimes it’s easier to just keep your mouth closed and go with the flow. It’s unhealthy, but it keeps the smile plastered on my face. While it’s effective around people, there is usually only so much I can take. There are times where I just need to take time and break down, though once I start, I can’t stop. I’ve built so many walls but they are more there to protect me from myself than from other people. I’m tired every little comment getting to me. If someone makes a comment about something I’m wearing or how I look, that little comment will forever nag me in the back of my head. I’m tired of society. I’m tired of wishing that I was the confident person that people see me as. I’m tired of worrying about hurting people. I’m tired of trying so hard. I’m tired of being scared that I am going to be hurt again. I’m tired of trying to keep all of my promises. I’m tired of secrets; my own, and keeping others. I’m tired of being afraid to just let go. I’m tired of people hurting me. I’m tired of people not understanding. I’m tired of sitting around and waiting for someone to listen. I‘m tiredof trying to be what everyone else wants to be while trying to be me at the same time. I’m tired of no one caring. I’m just so tired of hurting. And I’m so tired of having to piece myself back together every time I fall apart. I’m tired…

As a side note: No, I am not depressed, suicidal, or any of those kinds of things. I’m a teenager. 
And please don’t come after me saying that this was a cry for attention. It’s not. Tumblr is a place where you can express yourself, at least, I still hope it is.