Tired.

Of much.

Avoiding social contact through detours.
Staying in PL6 till the 2s and 3s.
Having too much supper and realising your thighs chafe a little more this year.
Coming back to a wartorn room.
Leaving it wartorn the next day.
Not wanting to go back home after all the stress home gives.
Waving bye to your brother, who pretends to not miss you, every time you visit his dorm.
Piling work upon work because you can’t say no and perversely lust after how it chokes your schedule.
Calmly greeting the midterms like one would the Reaper.
Judging everyone you meet and yet feeling instinctively terrible every time you do.
Having not no-one to share your life with.
Writing blog posts as such despite having 5 4 hours left to sleep.
Making excuses to not run or gym.
Smiling profusely.
Hiding it.
Forgetting to take medicine and wondering if you’re OK despite so.
Missing out on everything.

Climbing up stairs and ladders to reach the points above all others, as an excuse; an excuse to not exercise, an excuse to not sleep, an excuse to claim wanderlust, and an excuse to not face anything at all.