Tired.

I’m always exhausted. 24/7.

Is it a side-effect of my constant 3:00 AM internet escapades?

Probably.

But!

I consider my sleepy self to be an essential part of who I am.

It is who I am.

It’s a defining feature of my character.

 

 

But I’m not just tired in the conventional sense.

I’m tired of plenty more than lack of sleep.

I’m tired of the way my glasses are always smudged.

I’m tired of the way the sun somehow always shines right in my eyes when I wake up.

I’m tired of the way my room is colder than the rest of the house.

I’m tired of the way I speak when I’m nervous.

I’m tired of the fact I can’t sing around my peers.

I’m tired of the way my hands always find their way into my pockets.

I’m tired of the way I think of my self-image.

 

And no matter how much sleep I get,

I’ll always be tired one way or another.