I'm tired

I'm tired of getting up early, trying to beat the coldness and get to the bathroom to bathe.

I'm tired of walking against the cold wind that blow onto my face to my lecture halls.

I'm tired of grabbing my own groceries, doing my own cooking, doing my own laundry, and being independent.

I'm tired of going around, making new friends, seeing lots of faces and having to remember lots of new names.

I'm tired of waiting for phone calls and messages.

I'm tired of falling sick.

I'm tired of hearing stuffs.

I'm tired of hearing lots of plans ahead that I'm not included.

I'm tired of holding back what I've planned to say just because I don't want to interrupt with the plan.

I'm tired of facing lots of new things.

I'm tired of putting hope into things.

I'm tired of knowing how negative-minded I can be.

I'm tired of myself.

I'm tired, for this split second.

And so, I'm heading to bed. Wishing for a better tomorrow.

I'll be fine. It's just temporary emotional swing. God knows why I'm tired of stuffs that I originally enjoy. Maybe it's because of the system breakdown? God knows.