Im So Tired Meme Novels & Stories

“I’m too tired. I need a break.” “Matilda, you can’t be this selfish!” They looked at me with pure disappointment, unable to believe that their reliable ATM was suddenly “broken.” Too tired? Everyone was tired. What kind of excuse was that? Mom went into a full rage. “What kind of attitude is this? Look around; everyone works! You think you’re the only one who’s tired? Everyone else is just fine, but you’re special? We broke our backs in the fields to put you through college, and this is what we get?”

[14] ||Hardie Morrison|| Morning came much faster than expected and somehow, I was feeling tired and exhausted. For past few days, I deprived myself of proper sleep and now I guess my body can't contain it anymore. I've been escaping different escapades this past few days and finding myself in another one. " Arrgh! I need a long break from this shiit that's been happening lately." I uttered with a long sigh. "A few hour sleep will do." I managed to convince myself.

Owen is coming soon too. “You need to have a rest.” I look beside me and see Taleen’s mum. “We’ll call you if she wakes up and you’re not here.” “I’m not tired,” I lie. I’m so tired. I’m exhausted. I’m running on caffeine. I’m barely functioning like normal human beings. “You’re a bad liar. The bags under your eyes are giving you out,” she points out, causing me to chuckle. “Is it that obvious?” I let out a sigh while running my fingers through my hair.

It felt tired. Isn’t this easier?

No matter what. Aiden pulled out his phone and checked the time—6:00 p.m. The screen's glow highlighted the exhaustion etched on his face, and he sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the day’s turmoil settle into his bones. He hadn’t gotten any real sleep the previous night, his mind plagued with the chaos and regrets that had kept him restless and awake. Now, fatigue tugged at him insistently, urging him to rest.

A weariness settled upon me, the toll of the emotional rollercoaster we had been on. I let out a soft sigh, feeling the exhaustion seep into my bones. "Levi," I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of fatigue and hunger, "I think I need to rest and replenish myself. A warm bath and a good meal sound like a remedy for my weary soul."

I was tired. So tired. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

I emphasize everything. "Please! Don't discuss this. I'm tired." Gerald warned me. The tired expression was printed on his face. Yes, too much drama, I'm exhausted again. "I'm sick. Gerald is sick. I'm tired of all this drama. I'm giving up, totally giving up on everything." I'm so desperate right now. I'm sobbing even more. I am done, really done!

“Skipping free drinks? You? Okay, who are you and what have you done with my coworker?” I smiled faintly, swinging my tote over my shoulder. “Trust me, if it were any other day, I’d be there first. But I’m just—” I hesitated, searching for the right word. “—tired.” “Uh-huh.” She gave me a knowing smirk. “Tired. Right. You’ve been ‘tired’ a lot lately.” I didn’t answer that. Instead, I busied myself adjusting my coat sleeves and pretending to check my phone, which, conveniently, had no new notifications.

"I was just exhausted and I apologize" "You seem tired a lot these days. It makes me worried. Maybe I have done something wrong" "You have not"