I’m tired.
It’s not so much a physical exhaustion, but more of a mental, if not morale, fatigue. The past few weeks have sucked the life out of me and left me in a “I-don’t-wanna-do-anything” kind of state. Lying awake in bed last night, I started to analyze my actions over the course of the past several days, weeks, whatever — as I am wont to do — and found myself being grumpy, irritable, incommunicative and rude. I hate wanting nothing more than to crawl inside my happy little hole and ignore the world beyond the confines of my own flesh; I hate having a portion of my day colour the rest of it, painting the world in unwelcome hues that I’d rather not look at. Life shouldn’t be lived that way.
I am sorely looking forward to the weekend.