Tired.

Sometimes I'm just so tired. Tired tired tired tired. Tired of arguing, tired of having to get pissed, tired of getting pissed, tired of getting pissed because someone's pissed, tired of having to say this and that, tired of having to ignore your feelings and laugh like nothing happened anyway, tired of having to sigh all day, tired of having too much of you you you you and you in my mind. And then some more.

Tired tired tired tired tired.

Tired of this, tired of that, tired of everything.

You, however, never seem to understand that.

I'm just tired. We're starting to take each other for granted, starting to get tired of each other, starting to step on each other's toes. And starting to just get tired with this whole thing. Tired.

Tired.

My neck hurts. My legs are tired. I'm seeing double. My fingers are freezing. My eyes are silently screaming for rest. Tired. I've slept lots. Again and again and again, through the city lights and through the rising sun. Still, I'm tired. But above all, my mind cries, and my heart weeps. My brain begs to rest. Tired. Tired. Tired.

Tired.

Tired.



...tired.

I wish we could turn back time. I wish we could go back to that time where we're not tired of each other. Where we're not tired of anything. Where we can just laugh with each other. Where we can tell each other how tired we are about something that isn't ourselves, or us, or each other.

Tired.

So, so, so tired.




Tired.


まだ泣きたいわ。