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Knackered. Always knackered. Too fucked to do anything when I can to fucked to do anything when I have to. 

Just tired. 

Legs, head, stomach. Scans, tablets, drowsiness. Constant cycles. 

Work. Home. Sleep. Work. Home. Sleep. 

At the same time, how lucky and privileged I am. 

I have all I'll ever need. Always something to lose. Precarious. 

Thought of the day: 

Go to bed. 

In a bit.