Jul 9
I have never felt this kind of tired
The kind that makes me want to keep a pack of cigarette and smoke a stick or two while sitting on a porch, feeling the hot breeze of a sunny day
Where I feel like explaining myself would make no sense to someone who’s asking
The kind where you just wanna lie down looking like a starfish
Where you just don’t care anymore if it’s painful
Maybe it’s deeper than this?
Sorrow?
Grief?
Loss?
When honesty always feels like a concept for people who begs for it
Maybe I am tired of asking?
