Post by Isabela on Dec 7, 2020 21:41:10 GMT -6
I haven't written in a while, this is the first I've tired. Im sure everyone can relate to being tired. Enjoy.
Tired
I knew I was kidding myself the moment I felt my lip, the swelling was almost immediate, and it wasn’t going to be something simple to hide. Not that I wanted to hide it, but the simple explanation of running into the door would probably raise a few eyebrows. When in fact, I did indeed run into the door. Honest, walked right into the edge just as I entered the bathroom to shower.
I was incredibly unexaggeratedly exhausted, to the point of forcibly trying to keep my eyeballs from rolling into the back of my head and collapsing to the ground. Physically and utterly tired, feeling sick to my stomach ready to vomit and cry.
As soon as my head hit the cool pillow, my eyes fell shut and I was in a 32-minute dreamless slumber. The moment my blood shot eyes opened, I could feel the frustration burst from my chest and exit my mouth with a growling scream. The hallucinations were so vivid by this point, I could not tell which people were real and which were a figment of my fractured imagination.
My fuse dwindled in the early beginning of my sleep deprivation, now no hesitation to blowing up at the most minor inconveniences. Literally punching an older man for stepping a little too slowly out of my way. I am almost certain this is how crazy starts, the mental incapability of functioning on a normal plain.
I rocked myself from bed, went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Lazily glancing at the blood-stained tile on the floor and slumped over body in the bathtub. This is most certainly how it started for me, anyhow.
Tired
I knew I was kidding myself the moment I felt my lip, the swelling was almost immediate, and it wasn’t going to be something simple to hide. Not that I wanted to hide it, but the simple explanation of running into the door would probably raise a few eyebrows. When in fact, I did indeed run into the door. Honest, walked right into the edge just as I entered the bathroom to shower.
I was incredibly unexaggeratedly exhausted, to the point of forcibly trying to keep my eyeballs from rolling into the back of my head and collapsing to the ground. Physically and utterly tired, feeling sick to my stomach ready to vomit and cry.
As soon as my head hit the cool pillow, my eyes fell shut and I was in a 32-minute dreamless slumber. The moment my blood shot eyes opened, I could feel the frustration burst from my chest and exit my mouth with a growling scream. The hallucinations were so vivid by this point, I could not tell which people were real and which were a figment of my fractured imagination.
My fuse dwindled in the early beginning of my sleep deprivation, now no hesitation to blowing up at the most minor inconveniences. Literally punching an older man for stepping a little too slowly out of my way. I am almost certain this is how crazy starts, the mental incapability of functioning on a normal plain.
I rocked myself from bed, went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Lazily glancing at the blood-stained tile on the floor and slumped over body in the bathtub. This is most certainly how it started for me, anyhow.