You want honesty? I
don't know how I feel right now. A little bit guilty,
and quite a bit confused. Maybe I'm sorta hurt, and
definitely tired. I was quitting by 9 AM this morning. I want
you, so bad, but there's that guilt again. That little
voice. No, don't. You know better.
Stop. This past week, our conversations? That's the
source of the hurt. Definitely. It wasn't your fault, I
don't know why I'm hurt. Confusion? Well that's not
new, is it? I'm physically tired, definitely, but tired of
being hurt and confused and guilty, tired of thinking. Tired of
wanting to cry, but tired of not being able
too. Tired of life in general, I
guess.
