Im So Tired Meme Novels & Stories

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They were smiling and giggling just a few seconds ago. Miria looked like she was very troubled. Her lips were quivering, her eyes were glossy once again, and she looked slightly angry. “I’m sick of everyone telling me to just take it easy. I’m taking it easy every day. I take every day very easily. But that doesn’t make it easy! I used to do more than this, and I don’t want to get easily tired. I’m... tired of being tired all the time...” Miria said slowly as she lowered her face.

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"I'm just probably tired." Liar.

All I know is that I am not feeling good even a bit and I don't want to even smile or talk to anyone. "Hmm... So someone is really sad. Huh?" He said, but I remained silent, "she doesn't want to talk," I looked at him, "neither she want to smile," he added. "I am tired" I whispered in a low tone as my shoulders slumped down "I am tired of everything and I am not getting what shall I do next!" "Hmm... That's a very difficult challenge," he stated in a dramatic tone, while rubbing his chin "but not impossible," he added with a broad grin.

I took medicine but it's still the same. "Sleep it first so that when you wake up, you'll be okay. It's really hard because you're so tired. Are you taking your medicine?" Mirae asked. "Yes. I can drink it." "Maybe that's overfatigued because you haven't been resting." I didn't say anything because what my friend was saying was true. I hardly sleep because I'm planning to build another branch of the coffee shop where Mirae will be the manager. Me here, Mirae in the new one.

“What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing is wrong with me,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “Honestly. I’m just really tired. Like I didn’t sleep well. At all. And I had cramps all night. And the fan was loud. And I think there’s a mosquito somewhere in this room that literally hates me. So I’m not just exhausted. I’m delusional.” She was quiet.

CHAPTER 53: MIMI’S Pov; I didn’t realize how tired I was until I finally stopped moving. Not the physical kind of tiredness, the kind that sleep can fix but the deep, bone-heavy exhaustion that settles in your chest when you’ve been bracing yourself for too long. When you’ve been holding your breath through days, weeks, emotions stacked on top of emotions, pretending you’re fine because breaking down feels like another failure. I sat on the edge of my bed, shoes still on, bag sliding slowly from my shoulder until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

"I can have IT look at your connection tomorrow." "Please. It's driving me insane." I shift my coffee cup to my other hand and give him a smile that says tired professional, grateful for the help. The smile is practiced but genuine in its fatigue — I am tired, genuinely, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes from sleeping in four-hour increments and maintaining a false identity while simultaneously performing legitimate work that requires actual expertise. "Sorry to be wandering around this late. I lose track of time when I'm in the middle of something."