Bone weary. Exhausted.

Now if only I could convince my mind to shut down for just a little, even just three straight hours, I would be so grateful. I just can't stop thinking. So much left to do, my brain kicks into high gear when I close my eyes, creating lists of things that must be done immediately. I haven't slept more than two hours in a row since .. hmm, going on 42 hours now. My eyes physically hurt, even just to blink.

I need.. god, I don't know. Support, maybe? Someone to either get in beside me and act as manic and worried as I feel, or to let me put my head on their shoulder and just tell me to relax, it's going to get done even if the tasks seem to multiply hourly.

And conversation. Haven't I begged for this before? I'm not even going to go into it. Not now, I don't have the energy or the restraint needed to not end up in tears.

A little help, that's all.

Fuck. Whatever. Deal with it, Darwin.



soundtrack: Bach - "Sicilienne"