Tomorrow I fly back to Christchurch after a week in Auckland. The show was absolutely amazing and I’ll post something about it later but fuck I don’t want to go ‘home’ tomorrow. Back to the same house and the same shitty job and the same shitty city and the same shitty car and lack of a social life. I’m fucking tired, and not in a ‘I just need to have a good sleep’ kind of way but in general. I’m worn out and exhausted and nobody understands how it feels and they all keep trying to tell me what to do like there’s some quick fix for it. It’s half past ten on a Tuesday night and everyone else has already gone to bed so I guess there’s nothing else to do but go and stare at the ceiling for a few hours until I finally sleep.