As I feel the weight of exhaustion settle in, a sad question fills my thoughts: "If everyone is tired of me, who will stay with me?" Memories of laughter and closeness now feel distant. Faces that used to smile seem distant now, leaving me feeling alone. This thought hurts, and I wish for someone who won't be tired of me, someone who will stand by my side. The road ahead seems unsure, wrapped in sadness, as I look for that one person who will see past the tiredness and be a true friend.