Remember how I felt so sluggish about getting up to go to school? Well, I always feel that way. Has anyone heard my brittle voice? No. You can only imagine what my specific disembodied voice of mine would sound like. I always sleep late, ranging from 12:45 - 3:00 AM. Although I nap a lot, I just can't seem to sleep.
It upsets me how I've realized how unfunny I am or how serious I am. People come to me to express how they feel and I appreciate it but they only come to me for that particular purpose. What am I? Human. We're all human, we can be emotional or have the personality of a robot, some may be judgmental others may be comforting; but me. I'm just, I'm worn out. Shameful to say.
I wanted people to see the bigger and better side of me. My thoughts destroy me and make me so wearisome. I am tired of living in this type of position where it all just consumes me. These thoughts slow me down so so much, is this the sad feeling of Winter?
Everything is slowing down.
My rough voice has made my breathing harder. My eyes have gotten weary. I can feel the coldness on my ears. The wind always brushes against my face. My nose crinkles. My lips dry. My big hands are in my pockets. I shiver.
Winter.
Why does it last so long?
Do I have to experience this?
I cannot stay this way. Don't lose interest in me. It's just the weather, I promise.
