Chronically exhausted. That's how I feel. Something as joyous as going and praising God for 1 1/2 hours just drained the life of me. The worst part is that I must confess, I was so completely and utterly exhausted that I didn't even really enjoy it.I've entered this monotonous state of being quietly, and unsuspected. And to my dismay, it does not appear to have an end in sight. What ever happened to the light at the end of the tunnel? Mine got tired, and burned out. Is there a cure for this endless tired? It appears not. The cure seems to be my ill; to continue working. The thing that poisions me is the very thing I crave. Why? And when I do find a moment to steal away, it still beckons. Not one time, not two, but four. GRRR! The frustration of these moments are the most unbearable. I just...don't know.
I'm just so ffing tired. I loathe the feeling. I couldn't being to tell you what....or why, or who even. All I know is that I pray to God constantly that it will end very soon.
2 comments:
I think just from this post and some of the others, that you should write poetry because you would be good at it. I just know it. If not that, then you should write short stories. I think you have ways of romancing words into a beautiful melody, you just haven't necessarily played that part of your song for the world yet.
I love you. Keep your chin up.
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