Sick of feeling sorry for things I haven’t done.
Sick of feeling guilty for the actions of other people’s idiocy.
Sick of hearing other people talk of their voice not being heard, while at the same time ignoring mine.
Sick of walking on eggshells.
Sick of trying to read minds.
Sick of having a heart.
Sick of being a caring person.
Sick of trying to be as selfless as possible.
Just. Sick.
And tired.