It comes and goes. A really really huge urge to cry. And the thing is I can’t really precise why. May be ’cause of a lot of stuff. It is always so much… I’m tired.
I’m tired because I try. I try even harder than I would like. I try beyond – and in spite of – my own advice. And sometimes it feels like if it is really too much. It is boring. And I’m tired.
I’m done with these choices. I don’t want to make them at all. I’m done with second chances that end up in third and fourth. I’m tired.
Maybe it is me, maybe I expect too much, maybe I just don’t fit in. Not that I wanted to. I just wanted… Well, something.
I’m not sad, although I can’t say otherwise. It’s just that, in the end of the day, I realize things are black in white again. And I finish my day on the very same way: it is just between me and myself. And my pillow, sometimes. It all comes back to the same, after all. I’m tired.
But it was good enough to see him and be able to say no.
It was sad.
It was hard.
But I did it, and I’m proud of me. A bit.
Proud. Somewhat sad. A little confused.
‘Cause I’m tired. And for now, I’ll go to sleep.
Me and my pillow.
A hundred per cent lonely.
Just for tonight.
I’m tired…
=)
Mas eu não sou emo!!!
Are you sure? rsrs