I walked to the closet, slowly, wondering what to take with me, and slowly, I picked out the brown wide leather belt, and put it in the bag.
You have no idea how tired I am. You have no idea. I have no idea I can be this tired but still keep going.
Where is our break point.
Or maybe you do know.
What goes round, comes round.
What does this even mean.
So t-i-r-e-d, I wrote a blog, for the first time, in months and months of silence. I am so tired that sitting around and typing on the keyboard is the only thing I want to do, while I should be packing.
I always choose to do the wrong thing.
Like packing a decorative leather belt for a trip.