Don't run.

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a wheelchair is what i need this instance, the pokey numbness of my soles are extremely intolerable, that i could tear if i had to. ten steps were a challenge. it wasnt the toes-cramped-all-together pain. it was the excruciating pain of standing for 12hours on two consecutive days. the heels are in pain and so are the toes. and it's causing me to have a headache. finally i get a rest after the terrible couple of days i had. i need sleep baby.

as i close my eyes and hear the clock ticking away, i thought maybe i'd fall asleep on my laptop if i were to keep those eyes shut for another 15seconds. im tired.

yeah in every ways.

dont give me those shit now,
because i cant take it.
everything is pulling me down.
im tired.
very, very tired.

♥