19.2.17

On Being Fed Up With Yourself

There are moments where I am so tired of myself, and tired of being talk about or talking to. Tired. 

There are moments where I just want to somehow disappear from everyone's conscious. There are moments where I just want to escape, from everyone. Everyone. 

Somehow, I just want to ceased to be, stop being, no longer exist. For a period of time, at least. 

People tires me. Sometimes. 

I feel I'm just this big ball of nerves that annoy everyone, which is why I say sorry for being myself all the time. Anxiety, I guess. 

I tire myself. Most of the time. 

Oh, well. 

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