I'm tired. Plainly said, I'm tired. Even more, I'm sick. The irritation is eating at my brain, shattering my bones, baring my soul. I'm sick of their complaining. I'm sick of their desire for a "great change" but the inexcusable laziness, accomplishing absolutely nothing. I'm sick of the migraines. I'm sick of the doubt. I'm sick of the loneliness. I'm sick of the pain.
I'm sick of myself. I can do nothing, for I am powerless. I'm sick of thinking that. I'm sick of the ocean of negativity penetrating my dam of serenity and bliss. I'm sick of my uncontrollable worry. I'm sick of my need for self perfection, when lord know that will never be achieved. I'm sick of their side glances and snarky comments. Their judgement and ridicule. Their indecent aspirations to reign control over my thoughts, my behavior, my being. I'm sick. And it's terminal.
