My eyesight is failing, or is fatigue getting the better of me?

The friends I gained and the friends I lost. The tardy apologies, half hearted or not. The walls that I built around myself. The true defination of friendship. Diluted, soulless, false pretence. Maybe I'm just weary. Or should I put on a facade? To survive yet another day.

I think I deserve a break. However, there are activities on Friday and Saturday. Why must I always give in and commit myself to the things I detest?
I still think they were elated yesterday. Trapped in contagious euphoria, oblivious to my departure.