A sentence that means so many things to so many people. Sometimes it’s just pure physical exhaustion. A long day of work, frustrations, road blocks. For others, it means mental exhaustion. Minds are not light switches, they go at their own pace and so often are beyond our control.

I mean the latter. Mental exhaustion.

I’m tired of staring at an empty future. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of hate surrounding me, surroundomg all of us in one form of another. I’m tired of hoping for a glimpse of humanity – just one, a tiny peek of actual people behind the bureaucracy we call the government – that maybe they would give us our disability benefit money a day or so early. A hope that ended in predictable disappointment. I have my two weekly appointment Tuesday, which means taking the train to get there because my town has no benefit office of its own anymore, and I have 30 pence in my bank account. It’s £6.50 to get to the town with the benefits office. I will be penalised if I don’t attend for a good reason.

I hope a family member can lend me the money but there’s no guarantees there.

I’m tired of letters asking for money that, thanks to the benefits cut, I simply can’t pay. I have been working with a company to consolidate my debt but the gentleman I was speaking with has gone quiet – Christmas holidays. The credit card companies, it seems, do not take such holidays.

I’m tired of the utter lack of desire to create. All I can wrote, it seems, is about misery. My misery. Unsurprisingly, that’s not a popular topic. Not that I had much audience to begin with.

I’m tired of having nothing to take my thoughts away. I don’t care of it’s an addiction, it’s my escape. I need the silence. A few nights ago I found an old Valium and cried with joy. I slept like a baby.

As Jimmy Darmody (via the immensely talented Michael Carmen Pitt) said: “I am what time and circumstance has made me.”

I’m tired. I’m sad. I feel little emotions other than quiet despair. The world remains apathetic. It always is. It always was. The world that cared, that one only ever existed in my imagination. And time kills all such fantasy.