Weary
Published by iz on Monday, August 22, 2005 at 2:27 AM.
I’ve been ordering McD’s and Pizza Hut’s deliveries for weeks. It’s unhealthy, I know. But I feel like a lazy freak who refuses to walk to the nearby shops. A lazy freak who refuses to even walk. Sometimes I can’t even make toast for myself anymore. If I’m not at all hungry, I bet I can’t even chew. And that would be a good thing because I’d shed some weight from my body. Then again, it would still be pointless because it wouldn’t shed any weight from my heart.
I watched like a retard as Apek cleaned and mopped my house. My mind told me to help but my body was too paralysed to do anything. It was insane. I felt like a vegetable. I felt like a rotten vegetable that has been stepped and crushed by millions of shoes. Maybe it was one of my swings. Maybe it was due to lack of sleep last night. Maybe, maybe.
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3.30am countdown:
Tick goes the clock
Blink goes my eye
Tire fills the body
Fire filths the mind
Pop goes the pill
Sleep may I will
