Tired. not just yawn and stretch tired, but scream into the void, drag my shadow through the day tired. the kind of tired sleep can’t fix. Same day, same script, and i’m stuck playing the lead in a play i didn’t audition for. Patience? paper-thin. People keep poking it like it won’t rip. (Newsflash: it will.) I wanna break something just to hear it shatter louder than my thoughts. I’m holding it in, but my fists clench on instinct. my jaw’s been grinding like it’s got something to say. But I don’t. I bite down. I play nice. Can’t scream. can’t snap. just smile, nod, repeat. Every cell’s chanting: “give up. give in. just… stop.” And honestly? I might.