I’m tired of being tired.
I’m tired of watching my life float away as I brood over the unfairness and misery I have dealt with in my life.
I’m tired of being 80 pounds overweight and feeling like a big, fat fuck.
I’m tired of not pursuing my passions.
I’m tired of people not respecting my boundaries and decisions.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m in a haze all day and laying awake all night.
I’m tired of the overwhelming humidity.
I’m tired of thinking too much.
I’m tired of not feeling like me.
I’m tired of arguing.
I’m just tired.
Thanks, sweetheart. That was the most stripped down, straight, from-the-heart, nothing-prepared-in-advance post I have ever done. Sat down, wrote it, posted it. Three minutes.
You did well! I do many of mine like that. 🙂
Thank you. I may do that way from now on, when a subject hits. I was just REALLY down when I posted that, though every word is absolute fact.