quite the contrary

I'm not going to start on how my day went. Or perhaps elaborate about how I shift about restlessly in my sleep, kicking off the blanket because the air feels too stuffy and trying to breathe takes strained, slow breaths, each breath drawn in feebly sealing in whatever's left.

I can't explain how I am. There are too many things I can't comprehend, too many lyrics to decipher, too much reading between the lines.

And I'm tired. I'm tired of being tired.

I'm only 18, I'm too young to feel this old and too old to feel this way.

That is the problem.