I dreamt of you last night,
But perhaps not in the way you are thinking
Or in a way that I would have liked.
I dreamed that we were talking
And the entire time, I felt wholly
And utterly foolish.
And let me tell you,
Never in my life have I doubted my intelligence.
But lately, around you, I do.
Words fail me – I’m tongue-tied,
While you seem to speak so freely.
I woke up this morning feeling even more fatigued
Then I had the night before.
Everyone, sleepless.
Loveless and hopeless.
The world has a sickness
called fatigue.
No one can cure it.
We’ve brought it upon ourselves
Because we’re all lazy.
And we’ve become too lazy to care
to want to change it.
Every day I sit and ponder what it is I need to do with myself I have no idea what to do and I search for meaning in a world where it feels so dry to the touch this feeling takes me away to a place where I must stay sad and done with time not spent.
Although I wanted to see the historic sights that we were taken on, when I were at the hotel, I felt fatigue after such a long journey in getting there. The trip took almost two hours and though excited to be with my friends, I had to pass up the offer.
I bent over in pain. My stomach was having cramps again. Fatigue, i though to myself. My period started today. It was the by far most horrible one I’ve had yet.
I feel tired more lately. I always end up sleeping about nine hours even if I go to bed earlier than I normally do. Why is this happening? I wish I could get up earlier so I could be more productive rather than start my day at 11 am. This is something I should work for.
The stress was finally getting to me and the fatigue of not sleeping night after night was just too much. Dropping down onto the soiled couch, I put my arm under my head and allowed my eyelids to close. I fell into an immediate deep sleep.
A sound woke me. I don’t know how long it’d been. My eyes flew open and my body froze, listening intently. They had found me. I rolled silently off the couch and crawled to the edge. I could see the nose of a rifle just peeking around the door frame.
It felt like I was tired more often, but I was also happier. It meant I was taking less for granted; I was packing more into my day and going to bed feeling accomplished and truly fatigued. I didn’t wait for sleep to take over my body; it came freely, crashing over me until the sun peeked over the clouds and started my day. Every day counted now because it wasn’t all a blur anymore. I was living.
I am so tired, my exercise regime and the fact that I haven’t slept well has left me feeling fatigue. I need to pace myself and rest more. Even if that isn’t easy, it must be done.
I’m so fucking tired, the light burns my brain. And my eyes are hanging down like lemons from a dead tree. Bone tired. So tired I can’t sleep because sleep is death.
Sleepy sleepy little pooches are very fatigued. They are wearing little booties and have little bows in their ears. they were playing all day. And now is sleepin’.
There was nothing she could do against this illness. The deadening fatigue that she felt could not be defeated by every angry thought, every fiber in her being. Nothing could stop this pain that she felt against it. All she wanted to do was sit up by herself or sit outside, looking upon her beautiful garden. But even that luxury was taken away from her.
She sighed heavily, fatigue finally shutting down her body for good. As her chest rose and fell her slight shaking began to subside. Her eyes drifting around wildly in search of something to lock on too. Slowly even the barely noticeable movement of her breathe began to slow to a stop. As the rest of her body lost all movement one final, peaceful exhale slipped out of her lips. She was gone now.
It’s when you’re very tired. Happens after a lot of work. It makes you breathless. Your chest tends to burn. It’s not a good feeling. It hurts. It can kill a person.
Fatigue, extreme tiredness. After a long day of work or school, coming home and cleaning, then making dinner, and bathing the kids, he was struck with a undeniable fatigue like he had never felt before. He just wanted to go lie down and stay there for days, sleeping or not. Just doing nothing but looking at the ceiling, listening to the silence of an empty mind. Alas, he could not. He had too many people and too many things relying on him.
I was feeling very tired all the time. The fatigue would set in before my day even had the chance to, before the cereal had even lost it’s crunch. Darkness especially was something i tried to avoid, because it made my head feel heavy.
“Sick and tired of being sick and tired.” If you have anyone in your family over the age of 50 you’ve probably heard this at least once. It never hits you how this applies to your own life until you’re out in the real world and constantly being beat down by life and all the heavy winds of trouble that comes with it.
I am so tired. What causes Fatigue? I think everything could cause fatigue. Everything from stress to worries to school to work and everything in between! I mean, even writing under pressure like i’m doing right now. It can cause stress and worry and also can make you muddled and tires your fingers which all lead up to fatigue! Isn’t that true?
Life is very easy and tedious but one has to continue enduring simply because you want to make it in it.Here is a place where you can be able to get all what you need to succeed in life especially on net .Don’t hesitate to follow the instruction on the site chosen so that you will be able to know exactly what they want in that particular site
More is still coming
this is tiredness and tiredness can kill or so the roadsigns tell us, army fatigues are worn by soldiers and i don’t think they are tired. it’s feels like intriguing fat
the feeling of being tired and drained… constantly wanting to do something but not having the energy… part of the reason of a hangover… trying to get somewhere but can’t because you feel fatigued
She ran, and continued running, even when she could no longer feel whether she was panting, or whether she was suffocating simply because she couldn’t get enough air,. She was s tired. So very, very tired. But the memories of what lurked behind her was something she could not ignore. The burns on her kept reminding her. Whenever she slowed, they twinged, and tears began to run down her face once again. She had never been touched so, but to have had such a creature to such things. The memory of burned stakes holding burned heads… It would haunt her.
Fatigue wrapped around me, making my body ache down to my bones and my eyes droop. It helped me to bed where it took over, leading me into a deep peaceful sleep.
It’s the feeling of finishing a day of teaching Thai kids between the ages of 6-8. 30 of them in a classroom. It’s the feeling after a rough sleep. The kind where dreams are more exhausting than real life. It’s not an unknown feeling to me.
Everyday we get moments of fatigue – mental, physical, emotional, that try to overwhelm us like constant passage of meterors and asteroids that pass around the earth. We have to accept them like as part of everyday life and continue to move on and not be immobilized
Whenever I come home from college, I’m so tired I can’t a single thing. My limbs can’t move. My mind can’t think. I still have plenty of things to do, but my body won’t obey me.
Fatigue always sets in during the time I live, work and play at university. I don’t understand the feeling. It’s so irritating. I try my best to stay alert and feeling well but with all this influence its clear that my efforts to stay healthy are not paying off.
The cause was determined to be metal fatigue. Too many rock concerts caused the bones in his neck to become brittle, and his head fell off during the second verse of “Whole Lotta Rosie”.
She could feel fatigue all through her bones, as if she’d been running right through for several nights without stopping, as if she’d run a thousand miles. Or kilometres. She didn’t know where she was.
I’m bleeding rivers from my lungs. Ten neat cuts sliced between the ribs, so I’m broken and bent. Tired and drained. I see ants. I see legs walking by. Nobody glances down; nobody sees a damn thing.
Five days in a row, she planted the seeds of sleep, watering them with exhaustion and need, yet each night grew only spotty crops, weak and spread thin across the downy fields of her bed, overcooked by the heat of the worried mind that shone down upon them.
The fatigue was getting to him. He had to stop running soon. He couldn’t keep going on, or he’d pass out. However, he didn’t want to stop running. He could see her train going farther and farther away. He had to keep running. He had to.
It is somethig you feel when you are exhausted. Fatigue doesn´t like anybody because you don´t feel good when you have it. It can be a bad way to feel it.
I dreamt of you last night,
But perhaps not in the way you are thinking
Or in a way that I would have liked.
I dreamed that we were talking
And the entire time, I felt wholly
And utterly foolish.
And let me tell you,
Never in my life have I doubted my intelligence.
But lately, around you, I do.
Words fail me – I’m tongue-tied,
While you seem to speak so freely.
I woke up this morning feeling even more fatigued
Then I had the night before.
Everyone, sleepless.
Loveless and hopeless.
The world has a sickness
called fatigue.
No one can cure it.
We’ve brought it upon ourselves
Because we’re all lazy.
And we’ve become too lazy to care
to want to change it.
Every day I sit and ponder what it is I need to do with myself I have no idea what to do and I search for meaning in a world where it feels so dry to the touch this feeling takes me away to a place where I must stay sad and done with time not spent.
Although I wanted to see the historic sights that we were taken on, when I were at the hotel, I felt fatigue after such a long journey in getting there. The trip took almost two hours and though excited to be with my friends, I had to pass up the offer.
I bent over in pain. My stomach was having cramps again. Fatigue, i though to myself. My period started today. It was the by far most horrible one I’ve had yet.
Quand je suis fatigue
When I just can’t sleep.
No words in my mind
but yet I’m not kind
Enough to tell you a story
Quand je suis fatigue
when I am just not able to sleep.
No time for nothing
ain’t it so boring
I’d tell you a story.
I feel tired more lately. I always end up sleeping about nine hours even if I go to bed earlier than I normally do. Why is this happening? I wish I could get up earlier so I could be more productive rather than start my day at 11 am. This is something I should work for.
The stress was finally getting to me and the fatigue of not sleeping night after night was just too much. Dropping down onto the soiled couch, I put my arm under my head and allowed my eyelids to close. I fell into an immediate deep sleep.
A sound woke me. I don’t know how long it’d been. My eyes flew open and my body froze, listening intently. They had found me. I rolled silently off the couch and crawled to the edge. I could see the nose of a rifle just peeking around the door frame.
It felt like I was tired more often, but I was also happier. It meant I was taking less for granted; I was packing more into my day and going to bed feeling accomplished and truly fatigued. I didn’t wait for sleep to take over my body; it came freely, crashing over me until the sun peeked over the clouds and started my day. Every day counted now because it wasn’t all a blur anymore. I was living.
And I wasn’t going back to before.
when we finish you’re damp and warm
beside me, but i never open
my eyes to see
if you’re troubled or happy, if your hair
needs fixing, i try to guess it
all from your sighing
never certain if i’m wishing you away
or not wanting to be awake
to watch you leave
I am so tired, my exercise regime and the fact that I haven’t slept well has left me feeling fatigue. I need to pace myself and rest more. Even if that isn’t easy, it must be done.
I’m so fucking tired, the light burns my brain. And my eyes are hanging down like lemons from a dead tree. Bone tired. So tired I can’t sleep because sleep is death.
Sleepy sleepy little pooches are very fatigued. They are wearing little booties and have little bows in their ears. they were playing all day. And now is sleepin’.
There was nothing she could do against this illness. The deadening fatigue that she felt could not be defeated by every angry thought, every fiber in her being. Nothing could stop this pain that she felt against it. All she wanted to do was sit up by herself or sit outside, looking upon her beautiful garden. But even that luxury was taken away from her.
She sighed heavily, fatigue finally shutting down her body for good. As her chest rose and fell her slight shaking began to subside. Her eyes drifting around wildly in search of something to lock on too. Slowly even the barely noticeable movement of her breathe began to slow to a stop. As the rest of her body lost all movement one final, peaceful exhale slipped out of her lips. She was gone now.
It’s when you’re very tired. Happens after a lot of work. It makes you breathless. Your chest tends to burn. It’s not a good feeling. It hurts. It can kill a person.
Fatigue, extreme tiredness. After a long day of work or school, coming home and cleaning, then making dinner, and bathing the kids, he was struck with a undeniable fatigue like he had never felt before. He just wanted to go lie down and stay there for days, sleeping or not. Just doing nothing but looking at the ceiling, listening to the silence of an empty mind. Alas, he could not. He had too many people and too many things relying on him.
I was feeling very tired all the time. The fatigue would set in before my day even had the chance to, before the cereal had even lost it’s crunch. Darkness especially was something i tried to avoid, because it made my head feel heavy.
I’m so tired. it’s not the time of day that matters, it’s the amount of sleep you got the night before. or the length of nap you took.
“Sick and tired of being sick and tired.” If you have anyone in your family over the age of 50 you’ve probably heard this at least once. It never hits you how this applies to your own life until you’re out in the real world and constantly being beat down by life and all the heavy winds of trouble that comes with it.
simt o oboseală (fatigue) cronică din cauză că nu dorm timp suficient de mai multe nopţi. Şi pentru că stat toată ziua la calculator
I am so tired. What causes Fatigue? I think everything could cause fatigue. Everything from stress to worries to school to work and everything in between! I mean, even writing under pressure like i’m doing right now. It can cause stress and worry and also can make you muddled and tires your fingers which all lead up to fatigue! Isn’t that true?
Life is very easy and tedious but one has to continue enduring simply because you want to make it in it.Here is a place where you can be able to get all what you need to succeed in life especially on net .Don’t hesitate to follow the instruction on the site chosen so that you will be able to know exactly what they want in that particular site
More is still coming
The flow of time seemed to reside in her face. Folds upon folds hang on her as she let out a moan. With her eyes barely closed, she reached out.
this is tiredness and tiredness can kill or so the roadsigns tell us, army fatigues are worn by soldiers and i don’t think they are tired. it’s feels like intriguing fat
the feeling of being tired and drained… constantly wanting to do something but not having the energy… part of the reason of a hangover… trying to get somewhere but can’t because you feel fatigued
Bed music relaxing candles sea wind waves raining mood
fireplace bath sofa
She ran, and continued running, even when she could no longer feel whether she was panting, or whether she was suffocating simply because she couldn’t get enough air,. She was s tired. So very, very tired. But the memories of what lurked behind her was something she could not ignore. The burns on her kept reminding her. Whenever she slowed, they twinged, and tears began to run down her face once again. She had never been touched so, but to have had such a creature to such things. The memory of burned stakes holding burned heads… It would haunt her.
Fatigue wrapped around me, making my body ache down to my bones and my eyes droop. It helped me to bed where it took over, leading me into a deep peaceful sleep.
It’s the feeling of finishing a day of teaching Thai kids between the ages of 6-8. 30 of them in a classroom. It’s the feeling after a rough sleep. The kind where dreams are more exhausting than real life. It’s not an unknown feeling to me.
Everyday we get moments of fatigue – mental, physical, emotional, that try to overwhelm us like constant passage of meterors and asteroids that pass around the earth. We have to accept them like as part of everyday life and continue to move on and not be immobilized
Whenever I come home from college, I’m so tired I can’t a single thing. My limbs can’t move. My mind can’t think. I still have plenty of things to do, but my body won’t obey me.
Fatigue always sets in during the time I live, work and play at university. I don’t understand the feeling. It’s so irritating. I try my best to stay alert and feeling well but with all this influence its clear that my efforts to stay healthy are not paying off.
The cause was determined to be metal fatigue. Too many rock concerts caused the bones in his neck to become brittle, and his head fell off during the second verse of “Whole Lotta Rosie”.
She could feel fatigue all through her bones, as if she’d been running right through for several nights without stopping, as if she’d run a thousand miles. Or kilometres. She didn’t know where she was.
I’m bleeding rivers from my lungs. Ten neat cuts sliced between the ribs, so I’m broken and bent. Tired and drained. I see ants. I see legs walking by. Nobody glances down; nobody sees a damn thing.
Someone save me.
Five days in a row, she planted the seeds of sleep, watering them with exhaustion and need, yet each night grew only spotty crops, weak and spread thin across the downy fields of her bed, overcooked by the heat of the worried mind that shone down upon them.
The fatigue was getting to him. He had to stop running soon. He couldn’t keep going on, or he’d pass out. However, he didn’t want to stop running. He could see her train going farther and farther away. He had to keep running. He had to.
It is somethig you feel when you are exhausted. Fatigue doesn´t like anybody because you don´t feel good when you have it. It can be a bad way to feel it.