I love life. I'm just tired. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of this headache. I'm just tired.
I'm just... tired.
I want to close my eyes and sleep for a million years. It'll never happen. Someone will jump on the bed, expecting a snuggle.
Characters will invade my head, taking up all the empty corners, crowding in them, and waking me up. They will demand I write, even though the words don't come easily right now.
I don't want to blog hop just to get comments on my blog, on my writing. I just want it to happen. I don't want to bother with even needing to be validated right now.
My get-up-and-go got up and left a few weeks ago. I've seen a few glimpses of it, but it escapes before I can get motivated.
I'm tired of being hormonal 98% of the month. I'm tired of raging, of having an attitude. I am tired of diabetes and watching what I eat, worrying if that numbness in my finger is diabetes-related. I could lose a finger, did you know?
I'm happy, so why can't I act happy?!?
Because I am tired. I just want to sleep. But even then, I'll wake up and I'll still be tired and have a headache to boot. Oversleep is worse than insomnia.
So, I'm tired. I'm blah, I'm apathetic, I need attention. Hey, everybody, look at me!!
Yeah. I'm her today.
I'm tired, so tired. I'm achy. My sugars are probably off.
I just want to close my eyes and forget about everything for a while. Just for a moment I'd like to not be a mom. I'd like to not be a wife. I'd like to not keep house. Just for a moment.
Just for a moment, I want to veg. Feel the arthritis in my shoulder. Feel my knees groan in protest when I straight them out. I just want to be. For no reason at all.
Just for a moment.9 Comments