
Ness
They/Them pronouns, please
- Aug 28, 2019
- 248
I'm so tired. I know it's 3 am and that it's late and that I should sleep but that's not the kind of tired that's chewing at me. I'm just tired. I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings but I don't want to sleep either because sleeping means no control and what I wouldn't give for dreamless sleep and better days. For not being so tired and unfocused and sad. It's not easy to motivate myself to get up and get moving, to go to lectures even if I won't pay attention because at least I can record them and try again later then. Getting up to eat and hydrate is such a pain too but at least that's less of a walk.
And I shouldn't even complain because there's not really anything wrong other than just tiredness. But I'm tired of not getting to say it, of no one listening because I'm worried that they'll think - I don't know. Something negative. I'm unfortunately a people-pleaser, can't help but shut up and keep it in.
Ever get that feeling that nothing you do is right? That there's no point in even trying because it's not working, you're not getting anywhere. I get that all the time. When I'm coming home and sitting down to unpack my laptop. When I see people chat about their day and complaining about things I'd consider blessings like having their cat on their lap. Yeah, sure, it's hard to want to move even if you have to in cases like that but my cat is dead and if he'd been alive and on my lap I wouldn't have cared that I needed to go, I'd stay put for a while and pet him and let him know I love him because fuck, I miss him so much that every single time I think about him I just remember carrying his body to the car so we could take him home and bury him and it hurts.
Everything hurts. Physically and emotionally. I've got aches and itching and exhaustion all screaming at me to just get it over with because anything has got to be better than this. Better than spending hours upon hours hurting at losses of those important to me, of remembering that one person who tried to deny me going to see my uncle before he died because apparently you're only allowed to mourn and leave to say goodbye when they're already dead. They don't matter before that and they don't matter unless they're your parents, siblings or children. It's like he couldn't comprehend that I actually gave a shit about my uncle and wanted to see him before he passed so he could die knowing I cared enough to come.
And fuck if that didn't remind me about my grandmum who also passed away from cancer only 5 years before and while I got to see her one more time before she died she wasn't capable of talking or anything and I can't remember the last time she told me she loved me. Or when I told them that I loved them.
I'm almost hoping for an afterlife after I ctb if only to tell them I love them. Even though I just want to stop existing.
And I shouldn't even complain because there's not really anything wrong other than just tiredness. But I'm tired of not getting to say it, of no one listening because I'm worried that they'll think - I don't know. Something negative. I'm unfortunately a people-pleaser, can't help but shut up and keep it in.
Ever get that feeling that nothing you do is right? That there's no point in even trying because it's not working, you're not getting anywhere. I get that all the time. When I'm coming home and sitting down to unpack my laptop. When I see people chat about their day and complaining about things I'd consider blessings like having their cat on their lap. Yeah, sure, it's hard to want to move even if you have to in cases like that but my cat is dead and if he'd been alive and on my lap I wouldn't have cared that I needed to go, I'd stay put for a while and pet him and let him know I love him because fuck, I miss him so much that every single time I think about him I just remember carrying his body to the car so we could take him home and bury him and it hurts.
Everything hurts. Physically and emotionally. I've got aches and itching and exhaustion all screaming at me to just get it over with because anything has got to be better than this. Better than spending hours upon hours hurting at losses of those important to me, of remembering that one person who tried to deny me going to see my uncle before he died because apparently you're only allowed to mourn and leave to say goodbye when they're already dead. They don't matter before that and they don't matter unless they're your parents, siblings or children. It's like he couldn't comprehend that I actually gave a shit about my uncle and wanted to see him before he passed so he could die knowing I cared enough to come.
And fuck if that didn't remind me about my grandmum who also passed away from cancer only 5 years before and while I got to see her one more time before she died she wasn't capable of talking or anything and I can't remember the last time she told me she loved me. Or when I told them that I loved them.
I'm almost hoping for an afterlife after I ctb if only to tell them I love them. Even though I just want to stop existing.