Two classes now, I've learned that men fall in love more quickly and recover more slowly from its destruction than women. Now I've seen this contrast live and in person.
I feel robbed. I want my life back, damn it. I want to finish off my essay final exam, and granted, it is boring which makes this difficult, but my brain is so sluggish right now that I can't think at all.
I'm used to being tired, it's the price of being a night owl in the society that demands alertness at an early hour and a body that despises the taste of caffeine. But I've been so beyond tired for so long that I'm really bloody sick of it. I can't even sleep without drugs any more.
I just posted a poem about this in my AP account that I called
Fatigue Amplication. I'm tempted to post it here, but I decided not to because half the effect is gone without the text and background color that I picked for that poem. The text is orange - it looks like dried blood to me, which is fitting. The background is blue, for depression. And the title is self-explanatory.
It's been five months. That's pratically the length of the entire relationship. When is this going to end?