A little piece of eternity.

I've spent a lot of time tired this year. Everything wipes me out, walking for twenty minutes, standing in the sun for an hour, eating more things than I care to think about, talking to people, not talking to people. Maybe it's allergies, maybe it's sensitivities, maybe my body is just going haywire from a year and a half of disuse.

I feel muted, soft and crushed and pliant. I don't know what happened to all my edges; they're so dull.

Everything exhausts me: seeing people say stupid things on the internet, playing games for more than ten or fifteen minutes, reading anything longer than a few dozen chapters. Books? Don't make me laugh. I read an ebook or two over the summer, but I can't remember the plots of any of them. I've never had a strong urge to fight with people I find irritating, but it's never felt quite like this before. I look at their words and just think, "I'm tired."