ok

accusations and counterarguments bounce around uninvited in my head all day long, and my emotional state keeps fluctuating between being paralyzingly sad and being too exhausted to feel or want anything, like a bruise that you've poked at too many times, though if i'm honest, a mixture of both exhausted and sad is more the norm, and--

i am so tired.

i'm too ****ing young 
to feel so ****ing old, 
but i'll try and i'll try and i'll try. 
but i'm not dead yet, 
so i guess i'll be alright.

"OK Overture," AJR