I'm really exhausted.
No matter how many hours I sleep.
No matter how much coffee I drink.
Or rather how long I lie down on my old bunk bed.
It seems like something inside me has given up.
My soul is tired.
I'm tired.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
I'm really exhausted.
No matter how many hours I sleep.
No matter how much coffee I drink.
Or rather how long I lie down on my old bunk bed.
It seems like something inside me has given up.
My soul is tired.
I'm tired.
