Day.

Many dislike the day, usually because it meant they'd have to pull themselves out of bed and be functioning human beings, or just because of the heat the sun brought.

Many like the day, because they could see their friends or do what they love, or just because it showed that they hadn't died in their sleep.

Exhausting.

Pulling yourself out of bed, forcing yourself to be responsible and take care of yourself. A signal that you had to endure the day and all the consequences of your actions.

Or perhaps that's just me. Perhaps everything had become tiring, bland, colorless.

Things that used to fill you with joy turned into a bore, hobbies turning into a chore to keep up the facade of you being mentally stable.

Things drain your energy. Even just smiling is bothersome. Everything is bothersome.

Going outside makes things worse. Seeing all those smiles, seeing that they can go through their day normally and with a genuine smile despite the difficulties they faced themselves, while you're there, stuck in time.

It's draining having to wear a mask the whole day. It's not even been an hour, yet you already feel tired.

Not even sleep can give you energy. No matter how long you've been asleep, you'll always wake up tired, feeling sleep deprived.

The only source of energy you have is your friends, though it's only temporary and you can't even see them daily. Not really a reliable source either, wether you gain or lose energy depending on your mood.

The day's barely even started, and yet I already want to go to bed.