I'm tired of being tired of being tired.

I ate so very much today I am surprised I'm not currently wobbling around in the way of some human type of overinflated marshmellow.

My eyes hurt.

The sky and beach are pretty.

The library was closed by the time I got there.

Families suck.

Friends do not.

But boys do.

And so does uni work.

And so does eternal tiredness and needing to eat to and beyond the point of wanting to throw up.

But things are okay.

No, they're not.

Yes, they are.

I think I'm just tired of going back and forth between them. Must concentrate on making everything suck, then maybe this wouldn't be so hard.

Or would it.

Back and forth some more.

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