Yes.
It's been a few years.
I wanted to change things from what I saw coming.
I met people. I tried talking to more people. I opened up.
But my grades dropped, and my family had been falling apart.
I saw it coming. I saw it coming.
I met someone I had a crush on. We shared interests. We shared passions and talents. Music. Art. Fandoms.
That person had a personality that somehow just... attracted me. Magnetizing. Optimism to counter my pessimism.
Before long, I realized it wasn't as much of a crush as I thought, and that it had been more along the lines of admiration.
I questioned the nature of love.
And then I questioned myself.
And I thought of some things.
And I learned some things.
And I forgot some things.
And I lost some things.
I would be talked to about my grades. People saw me as a smart boy. Intelligent, a deep thinker. What sort of shit is that?
I have potential? If only I could bring out that potential.
I was capable? Then why didn't I do anything?
...why didn't I?
I didn't try enough? How?
I got tired of trying. I got tired of trying not to be tired. I was tired of how tired I was. I was tired. I was fatigued.
Apathy.
I endured.
I didn't care anymore.
No reason to, but no reason not to.
Or something along those lines.
Death, as pointless as life.
...
I'm not even answering the question, am I?
...but I'm still going with "yes".
- - -
Are you tired? Why, or why not?
It's been a few years.
I wanted to change things from what I saw coming.
I met people. I tried talking to more people. I opened up.
But my grades dropped, and my family had been falling apart.
I saw it coming. I saw it coming.
I met someone I had a crush on. We shared interests. We shared passions and talents. Music. Art. Fandoms.
That person had a personality that somehow just... attracted me. Magnetizing. Optimism to counter my pessimism.
Before long, I realized it wasn't as much of a crush as I thought, and that it had been more along the lines of admiration.
I questioned the nature of love.
And then I questioned myself.
And I thought of some things.
And I learned some things.
And I forgot some things.
And I lost some things.
I would be talked to about my grades. People saw me as a smart boy. Intelligent, a deep thinker. What sort of shit is that?
I have potential? If only I could bring out that potential.
I was capable? Then why didn't I do anything?
...why didn't I?
I didn't try enough? How?
I got tired of trying. I got tired of trying not to be tired. I was tired of how tired I was. I was tired. I was fatigued.
Apathy.
I endured.
I didn't care anymore.
No reason to, but no reason not to.
Or something along those lines.
Death, as pointless as life.
...
I'm not even answering the question, am I?
...but I'm still going with "yes".
- - -
Are you tired? Why, or why not?