Sometimes I feel like beating my head against a wall. I'm not trying to prove something, I don't care what you think of me, I just want to finish so that I can sleep.
I keep finding deadlines on my little white calendar. I cannot remember writing them, but they stare at me like little pencil ghosts. I can't even sort out which to do first.
Should I talk first of the exhaustion or of the defeat?
Should I just give up this whole endeavor?
I'm looking at the world through tired eyes, and I can't even say what I'm seeing.