I feel so drained. My voice has a hoarseness to it the makes me feel like i'm not putting enough breath into my sentences.
Sighing isn't a comfortable expression for what i feel right now.
The weight of my gaged earing adds to the pressure in my neck.
I look at my books, the unread pages, the sounds of words that should be going through my memory, but i can barely copy the words into my mind, much less comprehend what is going on around me.
Why am i never enough to please myself?
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