I'm exhausted. I have run myself ragged and cannot seem to get an escape. Even lounging doesn't diminish the stress of the exhaustion. Yes, stress of the exhaustion. Because there is no end in sight. There's no, well it's only a few more days until the weekend. The weekend is actually the most stressful part.
I'm tired of trying to make people want more. I want to throw up my hands and say fine. Enjoy being miserable when you could have better. Fine. Good luck in life with your I never have to follow up on my commitments philosophy. Fine. But I'm finished. I can't convince you to be respectful or to not be entitled. I can't make you want better.
But I do want better. I want the calm after the storm. But it's not as if there's even a storm. Just a crazy name on the news and no milk at Kroger. Can't I just have better? Can't I just have more?
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