#emotional exhaustion

my life is very small

yet still I feel remarkably lonely

How can I not even have the decency or energy to at least write a proper, timely response to a compassionate note of moral support from a friend? And when did these insipid, literally-every-damn-day thoughts like “I’m cold/lonely” and “I need a hug” gain the power to alter my physiological ability to function??

“…I don’t know how to be Queen. I don’t even know how to be a leader.”

“Amelia, don’t stress yourself out too much about it. Leadership isn’t a role; it’s a process. You’ll get there eventually. You’ll find a way of leadership that suits you, in time.”