You take what you can get and give whats left. Though I always end up in a state of distress cause I’m bad at balancing my internal check book. We spin and spin and spin until we burn out and come back half of the people we used to be. Only to rebuild and learn like the rest.
I was so tired as I started down the new road. I’d been walking forever, down road after road in a feeble attempt to get myself home. I was lost more hopelessly unaccountably lost that I ever have been in my life. It’s one thing to be lost in a wood or the mountains but when you’re lost in your hometown in the middle of the night, well I think that can be all the more terrifying.
It’s whenever you get really tired by doing work. If you have it, then you need to relax, as it can lead to stress. If you have it constantly, you should seek medical help.
Don’t crawl about on your hands and knees to pick up those sea green shards of glass you spilled from the jar you keep in your bedroom, the fatigue will get to you, don’t do it babe, you’re not strong enough. Your bones will crack like dry twigs, they’ll shatter and join the brittle pieces on the floor.
Weariness. Pain. Inability to think. Beautiful oblivion. Sleep. PLease let me sleep. Bed, warm sheets, dark room, lovely sleep. Waking up without pain or weariness or aching joints and knowing that you can live again, whole.
I’m so tired, I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been among them. I drag my self awake everyday, file out to join the heard of mindless pigs, consuming, distributing, and complaining about the fact they have come to see me; As if they don’t have a choice. Their ignorance is not my fault
exhaustion. I don’t have the time to sleep or get anything done. Suffering from what I can’t get enough of. Not enough hours in the night for me to sleep and dream of another reality.
I was dying.
It wasn’t from the blood that trickled down my throat, or the venom of cancer beating through my veins.
It was the look of death in her eyes that was killing me.
fatigue fatigue
begging her please
while she walks out that door
madly madly
beaches sandy
muddy waters
dads & daughters
How do the fathers of pornstars feel?
Fatigued.
I was so tired at the end of the 200 fly, but see, that’s not the thing that’s frustrating. It’s knowing that the 400 freelay was probably beaten because even when I was about to pass out, couldn’t feel my hands, couldn’t feel my face or hear anything, when I could barely see, stand or move, I told Jess that I was strong enough to compete. That I was going to be the rock for my team to lean on, and that it’s okay – I’m going to take this home, just watch me. I was in the race, until I was out of it. And by then, who remembers it anyway.
I can’t do this. I can’t go on like this. We’re stuck. We’ve been here for years and years, and nothing’s changed. Do we even love each other anymore, or are we just going through the motions trying to make to the end of each day? I think it’s the latter.
I think i spent a lot of time sleeping at my grandpa’s when he was sick because i was fatigued. Something about having to be there every weekend up until about october just made me so exhausted.
I sat at the table, so fatigued that I couldn’t face the prospect of standing up and going to the refrigerator to get some cheese. That day had left me exhausted. There was no one in the house. The back door was open and the wind was blowing in at -2 degrees.
The result of weeks of pushing hard. My single reward, so far, for all the work I’ve put into this. The rest will come with time, I am told, and yet you are still so far away from me, and as the weeks pass on, sometimes I just feel like I’m chipping away. Not getting stronger.
I haven’t slept in four days. He told me he never loved me and I don’t want to believe it. I haven’t slept in five days. He told me that he didn’t want to end up divorced. I slept for two days. I’m still tired. He told me he misses me. He told me a lot of things I don’t believe. I am still tired.
I haven’t slept in four days. He told me he never loved me and I don’t want to believe it. I haven’t slept in five days. He told me that he didn’t want to end up divorced. I slept for two days. I’m still tired. He told me he misses me. He told me a lot of things I don’t believe.
The fatigue was overwhelming, I was so tired. My feet slowed down, and my eyes drifted shut. It took all my will to force myself to keep going. I pried my eyes open and put one foot in front of the other. I would face this mountain; I would take it down.
Weighted by the day, Tamara fell to her bed. Hours passed by before she awoke, groggy and dazed. She looked around and saw that eight hours had passed. Laying back down, she realized that no matter how much sleep she got, she was tired of this routine that was now her life.
I wonder is there is a alot of people that get fatigued after walking a short distance. I wish that I would never get fatigued. I get up on Friday ready for the day but Monday is a different story.
being tired when you have to keep moving. momma was always tired and now i understand why. momma was momma. being an adult these days means sleep deprived. no wonder so many people have issues sleeping….this is because the world wants us to be up 24 hours a day but we still have to sleep for 8 hours??
I work out so hard I feel fatigued. I decide to stop and have some water. Then, I realize I’m poor as shit, and can’t afford water. Also, I’m outside. Damn. What a waste of a day. I hate life.
what is fatigue? blah! isn´t stupid to not think for yourself and let others start your ideas, well no, everything is allready made, so let´s let other people give us ideas
Fatigue is a great word to describe more than feeling tired. It also probably comes from the French language. Fat. When I feel fatigued, I feel fat with tiredness.
If fatigue means empty then I am less than alive. My heart has no blood and my body has tried. My lungs no air, and then there’s more, my body is fatigued, empty to the core.
Currently. I am. Defeated. All taken away, never given back, back, turned around, round the long clock of time, tick tack tick tack. All goes. All taken away and back.
I can hardly open my eyes. When will this end, I need to start a lit up day with sunshine and activities of a brighter tomorrow. Is this a feeling that will clear me out forever, disagreeing with how I am always and will continue to be. I miss the days of a shorter fatigue, one that was not to take the name at all.
I become tired, flailing at a loss for any energy in any moment. Curious enough i have become accustomed to this feeling that has made friends with me and several other victims in its lawless path. Create my own tired. I have become one with sleep. Zzzz.
It takes more effort than she has to slide her feet into her bedroom shoes. The fatigue is overwhelming. The doctor told her to take it easy, but what does he know. Is he going to send a housekeeper, a maid, and nanny to her house to take care of her two kids? “Mommy, I’m hungry.”
This grips me, hanging off of everything I do, meeting me as soon as I try to rise out of bed and staying, staying, staying, growing stronger and stronger as the day wears on, never letting go, constant companion. It robs me of my life, makes me forget that I am young and should be strong and so very, very living. I have dreams, but they are pushed away, farther and farther beyond my reach.
ever since ive been hear, but its not bad, i feel more mentally healthy here, i dont have any time to sleep even when i want to sleep i cant my mind is always racing.
I can’t remember the meaning of it actually, but it’s like fatigue, you know, like a trembling cheeks of a pretty woman who is shy but trying to adembrute something the must not be known
You take what you can get and give whats left. Though I always end up in a state of distress cause I’m bad at balancing my internal check book. We spin and spin and spin until we burn out and come back half of the people we used to be. Only to rebuild and learn like the rest.
its because i’ve been running
trying to reach an unattainable goal
using up all my means because i wanted to go farther than the end
I’m so tired. OH my god. What do I do? Wha- what? *snore* *snort* Soo…. uuhh. what? tired… I think… Oh… arghubkemoumrtke.. *snore* *snore* That’s
I was so tired as I started down the new road. I’d been walking forever, down road after road in a feeble attempt to get myself home. I was lost more hopelessly unaccountably lost that I ever have been in my life. It’s one thing to be lost in a wood or the mountains but when you’re lost in your hometown in the middle of the night, well I think that can be all the more terrifying.
It’s whenever you get really tired by doing work. If you have it, then you need to relax, as it can lead to stress. If you have it constantly, you should seek medical help.
Don’t crawl about on your hands and knees to pick up those sea green shards of glass you spilled from the jar you keep in your bedroom, the fatigue will get to you, don’t do it babe, you’re not strong enough. Your bones will crack like dry twigs, they’ll shatter and join the brittle pieces on the floor.
Fatigue, is a lifestyle I chose to adhere to.
Weariness. Pain. Inability to think. Beautiful oblivion. Sleep. PLease let me sleep. Bed, warm sheets, dark room, lovely sleep. Waking up without pain or weariness or aching joints and knowing that you can live again, whole.
I’m so tired, I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been among them. I drag my self awake everyday, file out to join the heard of mindless pigs, consuming, distributing, and complaining about the fact they have come to see me; As if they don’t have a choice. Their ignorance is not my fault
exhaustion. I don’t have the time to sleep or get anything done. Suffering from what I can’t get enough of. Not enough hours in the night for me to sleep and dream of another reality.
I was dying.
It wasn’t from the blood that trickled down my throat, or the venom of cancer beating through my veins.
It was the look of death in her eyes that was killing me.
fatigue fatigue
begging her please
while she walks out that door
madly madly
beaches sandy
muddy waters
dads & daughters
How do the fathers of pornstars feel?
Fatigued.
I was so tired at the end of the 200 fly, but see, that’s not the thing that’s frustrating. It’s knowing that the 400 freelay was probably beaten because even when I was about to pass out, couldn’t feel my hands, couldn’t feel my face or hear anything, when I could barely see, stand or move, I told Jess that I was strong enough to compete. That I was going to be the rock for my team to lean on, and that it’s okay – I’m going to take this home, just watch me. I was in the race, until I was out of it. And by then, who remembers it anyway.
I feel the warm spreading of liquid sleep slip over my limbs like a familiar cardigan; well worn and stretched out but long since felt upon my back.
I can’t do this. I can’t go on like this. We’re stuck. We’ve been here for years and years, and nothing’s changed. Do we even love each other anymore, or are we just going through the motions trying to make to the end of each day? I think it’s the latter.
Gloomy. The days make the mind tired. The wind is soothing. Sitting out on a nice day.
I think i spent a lot of time sleeping at my grandpa’s when he was sick because i was fatigued. Something about having to be there every weekend up until about october just made me so exhausted.
I sat at the table, so fatigued that I couldn’t face the prospect of standing up and going to the refrigerator to get some cheese. That day had left me exhausted. There was no one in the house. The back door was open and the wind was blowing in at -2 degrees.
Tired. Life can be boring. Art gets rid of fatigue. I am thinking about the day’s events. The soft blankets.
The result of weeks of pushing hard. My single reward, so far, for all the work I’ve put into this. The rest will come with time, I am told, and yet you are still so far away from me, and as the weeks pass on, sometimes I just feel like I’m chipping away. Not getting stronger.
Tired. Worn out from the experiences of the day. Life gives you fatigue. Music has themes that are boring. Same themes equal fatigue.
F-A-T-I-G-U-E! Perfect word of the day. I’m exhausted from school work, family problems, and just everything around me!
I might collapse soon!
I haven’t slept in four days. He told me he never loved me and I don’t want to believe it. I haven’t slept in five days. He told me that he didn’t want to end up divorced. I slept for two days. I’m still tired. He told me he misses me. He told me a lot of things I don’t believe. I am still tired.
I haven’t slept in four days. He told me he never loved me and I don’t want to believe it. I haven’t slept in five days. He told me that he didn’t want to end up divorced. I slept for two days. I’m still tired. He told me he misses me. He told me a lot of things I don’t believe.
The fatigue was overwhelming, I was so tired. My feet slowed down, and my eyes drifted shut. It took all my will to force myself to keep going. I pried my eyes open and put one foot in front of the other. I would face this mountain; I would take it down.
Weighted by the day, Tamara fell to her bed. Hours passed by before she awoke, groggy and dazed. She looked around and saw that eight hours had passed. Laying back down, she realized that no matter how much sleep she got, she was tired of this routine that was now her life.
I wonder is there is a alot of people that get fatigued after walking a short distance. I wish that I would never get fatigued. I get up on Friday ready for the day but Monday is a different story.
being tired when you have to keep moving. momma was always tired and now i understand why. momma was momma. being an adult these days means sleep deprived. no wonder so many people have issues sleeping….this is because the world wants us to be up 24 hours a day but we still have to sleep for 8 hours??
I work out so hard I feel fatigued. I decide to stop and have some water. Then, I realize I’m poor as shit, and can’t afford water. Also, I’m outside. Damn. What a waste of a day. I hate life.
what is fatigue? blah! isn´t stupid to not think for yourself and let others start your ideas, well no, everything is allready made, so let´s let other people give us ideas
Fatigue is a great word to describe more than feeling tired. It also probably comes from the French language. Fat. When I feel fatigued, I feel fat with tiredness.
If fatigue means empty then I am less than alive. My heart has no blood and my body has tried. My lungs no air, and then there’s more, my body is fatigued, empty to the core.
I’m so tired of having to explain myself
To people who aren’t listening.
It makes my bones ache
My fingers quake
And my eyes drown in stars.
Currently. I am. Defeated. All taken away, never given back, back, turned around, round the long clock of time, tick tack tick tack. All goes. All taken away and back.
I can hardly open my eyes. When will this end, I need to start a lit up day with sunshine and activities of a brighter tomorrow. Is this a feeling that will clear me out forever, disagreeing with how I am always and will continue to be. I miss the days of a shorter fatigue, one that was not to take the name at all.
I become tired, flailing at a loss for any energy in any moment. Curious enough i have become accustomed to this feeling that has made friends with me and several other victims in its lawless path. Create my own tired. I have become one with sleep. Zzzz.
It takes more effort than she has to slide her feet into her bedroom shoes. The fatigue is overwhelming. The doctor told her to take it easy, but what does he know. Is he going to send a housekeeper, a maid, and nanny to her house to take care of her two kids? “Mommy, I’m hungry.”
“I’m coming, sweetheart.”
This grips me, hanging off of everything I do, meeting me as soon as I try to rise out of bed and staying, staying, staying, growing stronger and stronger as the day wears on, never letting go, constant companion. It robs me of my life, makes me forget that I am young and should be strong and so very, very living. I have dreams, but they are pushed away, farther and farther beyond my reach.
ever since ive been hear, but its not bad, i feel more mentally healthy here, i dont have any time to sleep even when i want to sleep i cant my mind is always racing.
I can’t remember the meaning of it actually, but it’s like fatigue, you know, like a trembling cheeks of a pretty woman who is shy but trying to adembrute something the must not be known