Tired...
I don't think I have ever been as physically tired as I have been emotionally tired. Its a drained feeling that sleep can not begin to cure, but its all I want to do to avoid the pain. As long as I keep busy I don't feel it, this pressure. I can avoid it. Not for long though.
-The moment I am alone, driving home, when I can't keep my hand busy, where it doesn't require much thought, thats when I feel it. Its like the 4 thin plastic walls of my car box me inside and make me face my problems. And I begin to cry. I'm tired inside, I'm tired and I can't sleep. I'm tired and I have run out of things to keep myself busy with. I'm tired, and now my house has become the walls forcing me to recognize the reality of my life. I'm tired...
-The moment I am alone, driving home, when I can't keep my hand busy, where it doesn't require much thought, thats when I feel it. Its like the 4 thin plastic walls of my car box me inside and make me face my problems. And I begin to cry. I'm tired inside, I'm tired and I can't sleep. I'm tired and I have run out of things to keep myself busy with. I'm tired, and now my house has become the walls forcing me to recognize the reality of my life. I'm tired...