There was a tiredness to his bones, a fatigue he couldn’t quite shift as he took up his favourite chair by the fire. He was old now, not the man he had been once, and he only wished that he’d seen it coming, that he could have prepared himself for the failures in his future, now his past.
Exactly what I am right now. Worried I have sole cancer – kidney, colon, liver… Becaus of the ache and pain in my side. Wishing I could continue with my denial becuse it is so nice. And wishing more than anything this it is nothing so I can see my babies live the loves they’re going to live. My souls. My hearts. My spirits. These are my fatigues. To great to escape. And now it’s time to face them. No sleep comes my way. Only in bits and pieces. Too anxious for the day. Not wanting to miss anything in case I’m going to miss everything.
I did nothing but blink at the screen. The cursor teased me, blinking faster than I could, not moving from its spot on the document. I rubbed my eyes in frustration, hating myself just a little bit more for not getting any sleep the previous night.
I couldn’t get it out of my head. The pain I’ve been getting. The horrible feelings ive been getting. I just wish It can go away. I hate being 967. Why do people need the doctor so much.
Tired. Swimming upstream. Head is a mess of thoughts and words and I can not focus on anything but making it to the top. Aching muscles. Aching head. I can see the finish line. I must make it.
I get fatigue often because I don’t excersize regularly. I would like to, but I am a gamer. I don’t like that about me. I wish I could have more drive. Does anyone know how to get it?
I feel fatigued mentally when I looked into the mirror and I wonder if the person looking back at me feels the same way. Is his life any better? Can we trade places?
I have lived such a short time compared to others. Seventeen years is nothing. And yet I’ve already become so fatigued and tired of living…that it’s almost inexcusable. almost unforgivable. I’ll hopefully look back on these days and laugh, and be able to see how much of a fool I was…but until then, I will just have to figure out how to not worry.
Is it fatigue if you feel it all the time? If you’re always tired, a problem, so to speak, at the level of conception, what can you do? How do you get enough energy to fill the great pit of ennui? What can you do?
Worn-down after the winter. Still too feeble to face the spring. Lying on the floor, waiting for something never to come. Fingers curled around the dusty air.
This pain in my head started to get worse and worse. Each hour rolled by and my head wouldn’t stop pounding. There was also a pain in my muscles, my everything! Then I realized I was awake for at least four days.
as the pull and push of two loves wages on within me, butterflies dance, trees sway in the wind, waves lap against the shore, babies are born, and the old move on. understanding what’s right and wrong is finally understood and it’s of utmost importance to stop playing games with him and myself. i’ve chosen correctly.
I slowly climbed the stairs to my loft, arms laden with groceries. I sighed deeply, and remembered too late about my hearing-sensitive neighbor, JoAnne, who was about to attack with annoying stories about her grandson in college.
Am I tired, I don’t think so, but I am a bit undone at believing in a project but not having the energy to see it through. I feel fatigued like I’ve been running uphill. I’d like to stop trying so hard and just let go.
I couldn’t do it. My fingers wouldn’t move. Not even my legs. I couldn’t do it anymore. But why? I just didn’t understand how it got to be this way. I couldn’t pick up a leg, and arm. I was just so tired, I needed up help to get up. I need to rest, that’s it.
I am fatigue after I was so intrigued with my colleague watching a football league while eating the tits-bits though the clock had ticked.Out clique won by the blitzkrieg! Let’s kick!
I’m not sure how I’ve gotten to be this way. I am completely drained of everything—of feelings other than misery, of enjoyment of my life, of things to look forward to. Nothing is bright and exciting and new anymore. All I have left is fatigue. I’ve reached the point that if I had the choice, I’d just sleep all day long.
I’m always so tired. Its difficult to get up in the morning. So hard to focus on anything other than the basics. Depression, some might call it. But I don’t think that’s right. I’m just tired. Not sad or stressed or anything other than tired. That’s not depression. Depression is much, much worse than this.
well i am not positive on what this word means but the time is running out so im going to write as much as i can about it. it comes up in a lot of commercials and such.
I’m tired of the waiting. The longing for one hug, one kiss. The days that go by that I can’t see your face or have your hand in mine. But the fatigue means something more than pain. More than desire to be somewhere else. The pain means you have someone you care about, someone you love who loves you back. And knowing that makes the waiting worth it. Because eventually, the waiting will end, the countdown will hit zero, and she is finally by your side to take the pain and fatigue away.
I’m tired of the waiting. The longing for one hug, one kiss. The days that go by that I can see your face or have your hand in mine. But the fatigue means something more than pain. More than desire to be somewhere else. The pain means you have someone you care about, someone you love who loves you back. And knowin that makes the waiting worth it. Because eventually, the waiting will end, the countdown will hit zero, and she finally is by your side to take the pain and fatigue away.
Fatigue is sometimes the worst and sometimes the best feeling. There’s the kind of fatigue that you feel after having a lot of fun or being really active. You’re fatigued because you’re spent. You used all of your energy. But then sometimes there’s the fatigue that comes with sadness or grief. This doesn’t come after you have accomplished a lot; it keeps you from accomplishing.
They had said it would be a side-effect. She simply brushed it off. They said it would hit her hard, she only laughed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air rattled in her lungs. She knew that she needed to get up, shut off the water and climb from the tub but she couldn’t. It felt as if with each fleeting moment her body was falling into a coma, too tired to move. Fatigue they’d said, it may be the death of you.
Tired, so tired. I slumped, I stumbled. My sword clattered on the floor, my feet dragged, then I couldn’t walk and I was crawling, then I was ling down and then I slept.
fatigu means being tired . or exhausted . gues what parents feel when they come home after a long day to their jumpy kids ? Fatigue!!!(surprise)
not a emotion i feel very often , im astudent who loves lazy . i hardly study though my boards are coming up . so yeah i have a fatigued mind , cuz i worry about my inablity to study.trying now..when is my time gonna end !
This is how I feel when I pour myself into a project, work, or relationship. You know those times where you just give and give and give,well that creates fatigue.
Too much to do too little time and the pain becomes unbearable and you still have to deal with more. The world keeps turning and life goes on but you wish the world would show some respect for what you’re going through and everyone would hurt like you hurt because a light has gone from the earth and everyone should realize it.
i should feel more tired that this
i should be yawning,
moaning,
my knees cracking
but instead i’m awake
waiting for you to say something, anything that’ll reassure me that i wasn’t just a mistake in the grande scheme of your universe
but more that that, i’m scared you won’t
fatigue is a crystallized, cigarette tar ridden lung when you wake up and smoke a cigarette because let’s face it, what else could you possibly have to expect? school, home. repetition is fatigue. fatigue through repetition.
That moment when you’re so tired you can’t walk and when you finally crawl into bed, you are out within seconds….then you wake up an hour late. Then your sister is disappointed in you, then there’s a lot of crying which brings more fatigue….
I dont know what this word means but i think it has something to do with a reputation of some sort but i do not recall the official meaning .. as of right now i am using a d=sort of improv to answer this.
The journey was hard, harder than any of them had anticipated. It wasn’t long before fatigue set in, the feeling weighting their limbs and tugging at their already aching muscles. It was exhausting work and, as of yet, they had nothing to show for it. Where was this ‘jewel of the north’? What was it? And how much longer could they continue to search for it?
There was a tiredness to his bones, a fatigue he couldn’t quite shift as he took up his favourite chair by the fire. He was old now, not the man he had been once, and he only wished that he’d seen it coming, that he could have prepared himself for the failures in his future, now his past.
Exactly what I am right now. Worried I have sole cancer – kidney, colon, liver… Becaus of the ache and pain in my side. Wishing I could continue with my denial becuse it is so nice. And wishing more than anything this it is nothing so I can see my babies live the loves they’re going to live. My souls. My hearts. My spirits. These are my fatigues. To great to escape. And now it’s time to face them. No sleep comes my way. Only in bits and pieces. Too anxious for the day. Not wanting to miss anything in case I’m going to miss everything.
I did nothing but blink at the screen. The cursor teased me, blinking faster than I could, not moving from its spot on the document. I rubbed my eyes in frustration, hating myself just a little bit more for not getting any sleep the previous night.
Tiredness and no eating. Summer months and the Perks of being a Wallflower, dancing all night getting drunk with friends and all things good.
I couldn’t get it out of my head. The pain I’ve been getting. The horrible feelings ive been getting. I just wish It can go away. I hate being 967. Why do people need the doctor so much.
Tired. Swimming upstream. Head is a mess of thoughts and words and I can not focus on anything but making it to the top. Aching muscles. Aching head. I can see the finish line. I must make it.
I get fatigue often because I don’t excersize regularly. I would like to, but I am a gamer. I don’t like that about me. I wish I could have more drive. Does anyone know how to get it?
I feel fatigued mentally when I looked into the mirror and I wonder if the person looking back at me feels the same way. Is his life any better? Can we trade places?
I have lived such a short time compared to others. Seventeen years is nothing. And yet I’ve already become so fatigued and tired of living…that it’s almost inexcusable. almost unforgivable. I’ll hopefully look back on these days and laugh, and be able to see how much of a fool I was…but until then, I will just have to figure out how to not worry.
Is it fatigue if you feel it all the time? If you’re always tired, a problem, so to speak, at the level of conception, what can you do? How do you get enough energy to fill the great pit of ennui? What can you do?
Worn-down after the winter. Still too feeble to face the spring. Lying on the floor, waiting for something never to come. Fingers curled around the dusty air.
Fatigue. A symptom, a phantom. I feel it in my bones, in the backs of my limbs, just behind my eyes. I feel it resting heavily on my tongue.
This pain in my head started to get worse and worse. Each hour rolled by and my head wouldn’t stop pounding. There was also a pain in my muscles, my everything! Then I realized I was awake for at least four days.
Sad
Lonely
Depressed
Tired
Sick
Lazy
Malnutrition
as the pull and push of two loves wages on within me, butterflies dance, trees sway in the wind, waves lap against the shore, babies are born, and the old move on. understanding what’s right and wrong is finally understood and it’s of utmost importance to stop playing games with him and myself. i’ve chosen correctly.
I slowly climbed the stairs to my loft, arms laden with groceries. I sighed deeply, and remembered too late about my hearing-sensitive neighbor, JoAnne, who was about to attack with annoying stories about her grandson in college.
Sick fragile thin white pal.
tired!
fed up tired!
do i really have to do it again tired!
can’t be bothered tired
so tired
so so tired
ennui
take to my bed tired
had enough
Am I tired, I don’t think so, but I am a bit undone at believing in a project but not having the energy to see it through. I feel fatigued like I’ve been running uphill. I’d like to stop trying so hard and just let go.
I couldn’t do it. My fingers wouldn’t move. Not even my legs. I couldn’t do it anymore. But why? I just didn’t understand how it got to be this way. I couldn’t pick up a leg, and arm. I was just so tired, I needed up help to get up. I need to rest, that’s it.
I am fatigue after I was so intrigued with my colleague watching a football league while eating the tits-bits though the clock had ticked.Out clique won by the blitzkrieg! Let’s kick!
I’m not sure how I’ve gotten to be this way. I am completely drained of everything—of feelings other than misery, of enjoyment of my life, of things to look forward to. Nothing is bright and exciting and new anymore. All I have left is fatigue. I’ve reached the point that if I had the choice, I’d just sleep all day long.
I wouldn’t be missing out on much.
I’m always so tired. Its difficult to get up in the morning. So hard to focus on anything other than the basics. Depression, some might call it. But I don’t think that’s right. I’m just tired. Not sad or stressed or anything other than tired. That’s not depression. Depression is much, much worse than this.
well i am not positive on what this word means but the time is running out so im going to write as much as i can about it. it comes up in a lot of commercials and such.
I’m tired of the waiting. The longing for one hug, one kiss. The days that go by that I can’t see your face or have your hand in mine. But the fatigue means something more than pain. More than desire to be somewhere else. The pain means you have someone you care about, someone you love who loves you back. And knowing that makes the waiting worth it. Because eventually, the waiting will end, the countdown will hit zero, and she is finally by your side to take the pain and fatigue away.
I’m tired of the waiting. The longing for one hug, one kiss. The days that go by that I can see your face or have your hand in mine. But the fatigue means something more than pain. More than desire to be somewhere else. The pain means you have someone you care about, someone you love who loves you back. And knowin that makes the waiting worth it. Because eventually, the waiting will end, the countdown will hit zero, and she finally is by your side to take the pain and fatigue away.
Fatigue is sometimes the worst and sometimes the best feeling. There’s the kind of fatigue that you feel after having a lot of fun or being really active. You’re fatigued because you’re spent. You used all of your energy. But then sometimes there’s the fatigue that comes with sadness or grief. This doesn’t come after you have accomplished a lot; it keeps you from accomplishing.
They had said it would be a side-effect. She simply brushed it off. They said it would hit her hard, she only laughed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air rattled in her lungs. She knew that she needed to get up, shut off the water and climb from the tub but she couldn’t. It felt as if with each fleeting moment her body was falling into a coma, too tired to move. Fatigue they’d said, it may be the death of you.
Tired, so tired. I slumped, I stumbled. My sword clattered on the floor, my feet dragged, then I couldn’t walk and I was crawling, then I was ling down and then I slept.
fatigu means being tired . or exhausted . gues what parents feel when they come home after a long day to their jumpy kids ? Fatigue!!!(surprise)
not a emotion i feel very often , im astudent who loves lazy . i hardly study though my boards are coming up . so yeah i have a fatigued mind , cuz i worry about my inablity to study.trying now..when is my time gonna end !
This is how I feel when I pour myself into a project, work, or relationship. You know those times where you just give and give and give,well that creates fatigue.
Once again, he spent his night alone. Too fatigued to sleep. Too depressed to cry. Too lonely to be with friends.
Too much to do too little time and the pain becomes unbearable and you still have to deal with more. The world keeps turning and life goes on but you wish the world would show some respect for what you’re going through and everyone would hurt like you hurt because a light has gone from the earth and everyone should realize it.
i should feel more tired that this
i should be yawning,
moaning,
my knees cracking
but instead i’m awake
waiting for you to say something, anything that’ll reassure me that i wasn’t just a mistake in the grande scheme of your universe
but more that that, i’m scared you won’t
fatigue succumbs to aliveness
a spark in the dark
fatigue fogs my brain
as morning light shreds my fatigue with a hope of clarity and sweetness
I’m tired
Wore out
How does anyone do this
I can’t
to tired
I just need to sleep
I admire you
and all the others
but i’m sorry
i just can’t
fatigue is a crystallized, cigarette tar ridden lung when you wake up and smoke a cigarette because let’s face it, what else could you possibly have to expect? school, home. repetition is fatigue. fatigue through repetition.
That moment when you’re so tired you can’t walk and when you finally crawl into bed, you are out within seconds….then you wake up an hour late. Then your sister is disappointed in you, then there’s a lot of crying which brings more fatigue….
I dont know what this word means but i think it has something to do with a reputation of some sort but i do not recall the official meaning .. as of right now i am using a d=sort of improv to answer this.
The journey was hard, harder than any of them had anticipated. It wasn’t long before fatigue set in, the feeling weighting their limbs and tugging at their already aching muscles. It was exhausting work and, as of yet, they had nothing to show for it. Where was this ‘jewel of the north’? What was it? And how much longer could they continue to search for it?