I'm tired.
Tired of this, tired of that.
Tired of anything and everything.
I had an epiphany on being tired, though.
I grow tired easy, preferring to stay and sleep than go on my most wanted adventures.
This is because my mind will go haywire before the sun rises if I don't sleep.
Yet I sleep and I sleep, and grow more and more tired.
I'm growing tired of myself again.
Tired of the way I talk, the way I see, the way I do anything and everything.
I'm tired of myself and there is no stopping that.
I'll hope in the next life it's not like this.
