i don't understand.
what?
i don't know! this... this feeling i keep having.
you have to be a tad bit more specific if you want me to help you out, you know?
i don't even know if i want help.
come on! out with it!
i'm just so... tired.
and?
i don't know. everything seems to tire me out nowadays. school, shifts at the coffee shop, family, friends... god, even the internet.
whoa. you're probably really exhausted then. i mean, for you to say that the internet tires you out. that's really...
yeah yeah.
i just don't understand anything anymore. i'm so tired. even the thought of being exhausted or waking up tires me out and i don't want to be but i am and i can't help feeling this way.
i don't want to pretend i understand you or to say that i know what you're going through but i do know that you have to hold on there. just hold on.
why?
why?
yes. why? why hold on?
you just... you just need to, okay?
YOU ARE READING
restless
Conto❝ thoughts in motion of a perfect storm is chaos in its most serene form. ❞ what are we when the darkness embraces the sun? what are we when the century-old starlight touches the surface of our broken glass windows? what are we when the only thing t...
