It's like middle of the fucking sahara hot in my room.
I can't sleep.
I can't breathe.
My world has become a blurry cycle of trying to sleep and failing, going to work, and then repeat.
Don't know what i'm doing anymore, really.
Keep getting these words from people.
keep having to hurt feelings.

and overall

i'm just tired.

I hate my job more than any i have in the past.
and the rest of my life is pulling a close second.

look at my bookshelf, try to find the one she gave me
-during a particularly hard time
but, like many of my favorites, it has been taken and never returned.

close my eyes, try to sleep standing, smoking, sweltering under the newly minted summer evening:
:try to move beyond this
but i can't.