Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.
Anaïs Nin
Posts tagged tired.
Today is an oversized sweater, glasses and no makeup kinda day. Then again….it seems like lately this has been the norm for me =___=
I’d like a galaxy and a Miyazaki film with my coffee
= ^ = so tired this morning
There’s something about this time of year right before Christmas when the cold wind and gray skies are pregnant with the promise of snow and carolers are jingle belling their bells…..something just a bit magical and exciting.
Unfortunately when I walk past the Red Cross buckets at 830am in the morning and the music dwindles and the wind slaps my face and I realize that I’m part of the depressing mass of people robotically speed walking to their cubicles, that magical feeling fades.
I’ve thought a lot about it and there are no mysteries, just comedies that people mistake for tragedies. I listen to what my teachers say and it strikes me that they don’t even believe what they’re saying. I shot a squirrel once but it just looked at me like, get a bigger gun. There’s a storm moving in over the middle school. I clap the erasers, whack whack whack. Wouldn’t it be funny if all that chalk dust gave me cancer.
Twenty Lines, Unremitting Failure (excerpt)
Today I squeezed my brain for all the marketing/ advertising/ social media knowledge I “learned” while in college to create a formula for bringing up business for the store.
Hence, I am exhausted even though it’s pretty early.
I feel exhausted and drained out of energy, mentally and psychically like I can’t even do a simple thing. Falling on my bed as I lose interest in everything and losing doubt in everything. Just want to drop and feel nothing and stare at the night sky and stars.
"I took my time, trying to find the right words. I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself."
Haruki Murakami
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