drained

I'm tired.
I'm weary.
In a sense, I'm zonked.
There is definitely too much going on, and i seem to keep blaming all the domestic problems on one thing, or one person, for that matter.
Its horrible of me, but i do it.
I can't help how I feel.
To live a life that is even half as cool as the people i associate with, I must run around in circles pleasing certain people and finishing everything.
Its a never ending cycle of stress and emotions.
But guess what world, I CAN DO IT.

Jesse, I'm coming over to play your piano.

It helps me.
I know its really lame.
[eye roll]

But i really enjoy playing.