*Its not the kind of tired that can be unfelt. The kind that leaves after a good night's sleep or some food therapy with your best friend. Its the kind of tired that robs away your words and leaves your tongue dry no matter how much water you drink. Its the kind of tired that seeps through bones, slowly infecting your mind like cancer; so slowly, you don’t even feel it, until one day you just wake up with this sudden thought that you can’t do it anymore. And there is nothing you can do to un-feel it. There is nothing anyone can do to help you un-feel it. And you know what’s worse? Pretending that your spine is not broken, your mind is not collapsing under its own gravity and carry on, every single god **** day.*
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
*Its not the kind of tired that can be unfelt. The kind that leaves after a good night's sleep or some food therapy with your best friend. Its the kind of tired that robs away your words and leaves your tongue dry no matter how much water you drink. Its the kind of tired that seeps through bones, slowly infecting your mind like cancer; so slowly, you don’t even feel it, until one day you just wake up with this sudden thought that you can’t do it anymore. And there is nothing you can do to un-feel it. There is nothing anyone can do to help you un-feel it. And you know what’s worse? Pretending that your spine is not broken, your mind is not collapsing under its own gravity and carry on, every single god **** day.*
