I feel so tired. There is some indescribable sense of exhaustion in my body and mind and spirit. I’m tired of trying, tired of being tired.
Some days I wake up, and I’m just tired of the fact that I’m alive and still breathing. I’m tired of trying to fill my hours with something to do or someone to see, so I don’t feel as irrelevant to the world as I sometimes feel.
I am tired of smiling and being happy, when there really isn’t much to jump and shout for joy for – I am grateful for what I have, but then again, it’s just the life I have and the experience I have, so nothing in particular.
Sometimes I feel completely void of emotions and incapable of feelings.
I’m so tired of being depressed or crying that I don’t even bother to cry anymore.
I just can’t be bothered. I am tired of being myself.
I’m tired of all these so-called challenges that will build my character, and if I persist enough, something will happen.
I’m tired of sitting and doing nothing. I’m tired of being busy and doing something.
I’m tired of thinking, and not thinking.
I’m just tired today.
I’m just being me.
And that’s ok.
Time for a coffee break.