by Meesha Meserole

Created on: May 19, 2008

So I'm going to complain a bit
I'm just that type of person
You can't judge me
You don't necessarily know how I'm
Feeling

So here goes:
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
It's cold

My fingers are frozen
Literally
I can't feel the pads
Of the fingers on my right hand
It's like they disappeared

And if anyone said that it's almost summer
They need to step outside at the moment
Because it feels like a gazillion below
And I'm wearing long pants
And a sweatshirt

So that's the extent of it for now
Except that my brain is broken
And I can't think
To do anything
Except Complain

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