weary traveler

I have so much to do that should have been done already, and I'm weary.
I'm going to bed. My muscles have ceased aching temporarily, and now the cold tingles its way upward from my toes, while a fuzzy warmth spreads outward from my shoulders and spine. it's that 'time for bed' feeling, my skin's seeming anticipation of fuzzy lambs-wool blankets and thick comforters.
my best friends hurt me this past week, and i think i hurt them in return. and that saddens me as much as the cut to my own back. where do i go from here? i can't bear to face them.
i can't bear to face my life right now. things were going so much better, and then after this weekend, i just want to crawl back into bed and sleep until next semester at least. i wish i could hibernate until my life will be one i want to live again.
i've stopped caring. now i'm just existing, with my emotions dulled and turned upside down. i don't know how i expect everyone around me to understand how i feel, when i can't even comprehend when, if, why i feel what i feel anymore.
i'm weary. goodnight.

"and miles to go before i sleep, and miles to go before i sleep . . . " (robert frost)

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