Emotionally Tired Quotes Novels & Stories

about to end everything. "How to ease this pain? How to dry these tears? How to be brave without thinking anything? How can I get these words that sucking me alive out of my mid?" How can I escape from this? How can I escape from this cruel reality? I'm so tired trying. I'm so tired enduring this pain. I'm so tired hiding from my shell. I'm just so tired about everything. I'm tied up. I don't think I can escape again. I don't think I can go through this. I'm no longer willing to try.

And now this. “Do you know how tired I am, Gen?” I asked, my voice softer this time, almost defeated. The frustration and exhaustion I’d been holding back for so long finally spilled out. “Tired of waiting. Tired of always being second to your work and your life? Tired of wondering if I even matter to you.” I had hoped that my words would make her pause, that maybe, just maybe, she would finally understand how drained I felt. But instead, she snapped back with a cold, bitter edge that made my heart sink.

And for making their feelings, happiness, problems, and those unworthy people a priority in my life. "I'm tired!" Hindi ko maiwasang sabihin iyon sa aking sarili. Inihinto ko rin ang sasakyan ko ng bumungad na sa akin ang karatulang papasok sa Rancho Mejia. Hindi ako puwedeng kakitaan ng lungkot sa mukha. Hindi ako puwedeng maging mahina. "But I'm tired... so tired of all this shit!" Impit ko pang d***g habang lumuluha.

Ayaw ko nang ganitong usapan. "I have no time left. Please go home to your family." "Sabay tayong uuwi Dad, diba? Magpapagaling ka pa. Makikita mo pa si Wyatt. Please don't give up." Malungkot itong ngumiti sa akin. "I'm t-tired." Oh God. "I k-know you're tired t-too." Umiling ako. Hindi na ako makapagsalita dahil sunod-sunod na ang pag-uunahan ng mga luha ko.

Iniisip na lang niya na marahil busy ito pero minsan natutukso siyang itext ang binata kaya lang ay nakaramdam siya ng hiya sa sarili. Baka ayaw na nitong makipagkaibigan dahil sa katotohanang nalaman ng lalaki tungkol sa kanya. Hindi man niya aminin, pero bahagya siyang nalungkot. Kaibigang tunay pa naman ang tingin niya dito. "Wala po, Boss," tipid niyang tugon. Wala siya sa mood makipagbangayan dito. She was emotionally tired.

"You can take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get there." "No, I'm okay." She sighed. "I think I have a fxcked up stamina. I thought I was improving." "Baby, it's normal for you to feel tired and sleepy. We did it yesterday in the morning and then we did it a lot last night." Her face reddened at his answer. She punched his arm. "Can you tell me why is it that it's only me who's tired after all the fxcking?" she uttered frankly but she obviously went shy after using the word 'fxcking.'

"…I don’t remember the last time I was just tired, Marianne. Not alert-tired. Yung pagod na alam mong pwede ka nang pumikit dahil wala nang susugod sa iyo pagtalikod mo." Bahagya akong dumanas paitaas at mas lumapit pa sa kinalalagyan niya. Hindi para ayusin ang kaniyang mga iniisip. Hindi para iligtas siya mula sa kaniyang mga emosyon. Just to be there. Para lang iparamdam sa kaniya na sa pagkakataong ito, hindi na siya nag-iisa sa dilim. "Then be tired," malumanay kong sabi, hinayaan kong sumandal ang aking balikat sa kaniya. "Hayaan mo namang mapagod ang sarili mo nang walang binabantayang kalaban."

Ibang klase, lagi talaga siyang naka-alerto. “I think so,” mahina kong sagot. “Siguro sa pagod kaya ako nagkasakit.” “Don’t try to be strong all the time,” sabi niya, “even superheroes need a break.” Napangiti ako tipid sa comment niya, “I guess… I’ve been ignoring the signs.” “Exactly, sabi niya. “Over fatigue. Next time, sabihan mo ako kapag may nararamdaman ka na. I can handle our work, don’t push yourself if you’re already feeling unwell.”

"Can I sleep for a while here? I'm so tired."nanghihinang saad ko sa kaniya. I'm physically and emotionally tired. "Sure, go sleep."hinalikan niya ang noo ko. I don't want to trust again. I'm broken, I'm totally broken emotionally. Dahil na rin pagod ang utak ko, at sobrang sakit ang aking nararamdaman mabilis ako nahila ng antok.

Nagiging workaholic na ito. Sumalampak siya sa sahig at sumandal sa couch. Feeling helpless. Feeling useless. Dala marahil ng pagod ay naiyak siya, unti-unting nginangatngat ng negatibong emosyon ang kaniyang puso. Pakiramdam niya’y para na lang silang zombie na kumikilos araw-araw.