Day after day its the same thing. Over. and over. and over. Again, and again. And again. I'm tired of it. I'm bored of it.

But this feeling stays, and I can't wash it away no matter how many sob sessions I partake in.

This feeling sticks, and I can't shake it off no matter how much I smile and pretend like I'm okay.

I'm just so tired. Weary, defeated, all of those things in one. All of this redundancy is making me dull. I'm one of those lame No. 2 pencils that the teachers used to tell you to buy before high school. You use them, and then you throw'em out or lose them. They're worth nothing and can easily be replaced by a new one. So why bother taping it back together after it has been broken, right?

Much Love, Vicki.