exhaustion
I am so tired
so tired that I don't even have the brain power to function, to want to write my philosophy logic paper, or to study my vagina monologue lines...
so tired that I'm immersed in the strange men around me The one in the orange striped shirt journaling in the comfy chair across from me.
The one in the long dark coat that walked towards the computers with his hair just a little too poofy. The one in the baseball cap that just walked towards the books, a grimace on his face, as though its a punishment.
I feel like I'm living in a shell of myself- which is the worst feeling that I have ever had to experience. I wish I had the passion that I once did... but I'm just too tired to figure out if I do.
sweet day dreams little ones
so tired that I don't even have the brain power to function, to want to write my philosophy logic paper, or to study my vagina monologue lines...
so tired that I'm immersed in the strange men around me The one in the orange striped shirt journaling in the comfy chair across from me.
The one in the long dark coat that walked towards the computers with his hair just a little too poofy. The one in the baseball cap that just walked towards the books, a grimace on his face, as though its a punishment.
I feel like I'm living in a shell of myself- which is the worst feeling that I have ever had to experience. I wish I had the passion that I once did... but I'm just too tired to figure out if I do.
sweet day dreams little ones