...and I can sleep.
But no, I have no pennyroyal tea. I can't still the life inside of me.
I am tired. I'm tired of everything. Tired of being in pain, tired of being alone, tired of running a house single handed, tired of being a single parent, tired of having no help and no support, tired of writing, tired of reading, tired of pettiness, tired of bullshit....I'm just fucking tired of it all.
I have this voice inside of me that tells me I can be strong, that I can carry all of this, that I can make it...but you know what? I'm tired of carrying all this crap. I'm tired of making it, or having broad shoulders. I want to be weak for a while, I want someone to look after me for a change.
I want to run away. I want a break.
Apparently that's too much to ask.