that kind of exhaustion that means you're constantly on the verge of tears. uninterested in icecream or even sex, only occasionally stirred by a book or an argument. even then, the turmoil is just on the surface, nothing moves beneath a certain level. everything tastes too strong or too sweet. everyone is too far away or else you can't register their closeness. you can't draw anything remotely close to a straight line, or say anything coherent or witty to the girl you have a crush on. just so tired, too tired to sleep normally.
too tired to get anything done, but too stressed about all the things to be done, too stressed to calm down, to sleep, to snuggle without guilt, to not want to gag on icecream spooned from a nondescript mug, to stop giving up on things that aren't done.
Posted by samantha at October 12, 2004 09:27 PMthe good thing about leaving for the weekend is leaving all that behind for a few days
Posted by: Christopher at October 13, 2004 06:50 AM