“I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.” ― Elizabeth Wurtzel,
I’m not twenty. I’m forty-one.
I’m forty-one going on ninety. My feet hurt. My ankles hurt, my arms, hips, jaw, head hurt. My heart hurts.
I’m exhausted beyond exhausted.
Stress is a killer.
…and then I tripped on this song. My brain has frozen.
Lady Gaga – Til It Happens to You