I am tired. There is no other honest way to proclaim the inner workings of my mind and my physiological being. A sudden drag is felt while I pull along my mental carcass that is slowly rotting away. Some people would call this insanity, but others would insist that it is normal and of course others will not know. To lay in solitude for an incessant amount of time would be most helpful to me. I liken it to being in a vegetative state, but one in which I can control the duration as to not have myself being immersed in others' thoughts. It is easy to say that I am simply sleeping for an allotted timeframe, in that way everything can be fine. Unfortunately though, when I wake up, everything that was there before will still be there. Everything that ever bothered me would still be there. So I can safely say two things. I can't win, and I am tired.