phillipetheotter

I'm so tired of my mood, when sleep comes, with a knife, fork and a spoon

I'm tired of a good many things these days.

I'm tired of being dirt poor. Rent is due tomorrow and I'm $125 shy, and I just got paid today. Figure out what my month of July is going to be like from that.

I'm tired of being lonley. Tired of being in love with someone who simply doesn't want me. Tired of sitting on my front porch, watching couples parade by and wondering, "what the fuck is that guy doing right that I'm doing wrong?"

I'm tired of having to take my pills, careful and round, every night just to achieve a level of complaceny that allows me to function. I'm tired of not knowing what happiness is, because it's been about 8 years since I've experienced it.

I'm tired of the nightmares that consistently plague my attempts at slumber, which in turn makes me just plain tired.

I also shattered my bong today, and I'm certainly tired of that.

Now I'm tired of sounding like a whiny bitch, so I'll hush.