Too think to tired...

I am so tired. I am tired to that irritable, snappy, generally horrible point..

I enjoy my job, it makes me happy there.
I love my boyfriend, he makes me happy.
I love Zumba..

But I am so tired. When not working, I am desperately trying to keep up with my own reluctantly busy social life.

Driving. Driving. Driving.
To work, from work, home, to my boyfriends, to the cinema, to the pub... Endless car journeys to destinations I want to enjoy. But I am just so tired.

I watched this video earlier:

The video has no relevance to what I was just saying. Just watched it is all.

My dad just spoke to me. He knows I'm not myself. I'm not myself. I'm quiet. I'm not usually quiet.. but I am quiet to the point that I have even noticed that I'm quiet. If I'm not quiet I'm snappy. So best to be quiet.

A familiar voice has been whispering in my ear. Normally I can ignore her and her presence is irritating. But at this present time, I find the voice comforting. Familiar.

I even find comfort in my old journal book. Pages stiff as I sweep my fingertips across the glossy paper cutouts and textured paper, dappled with my own handwriting, words I vaguely remember writing. Pictures of willowy thin figures and punchy, provocative diet ad campaigns yadayadayada.

Did I mention that I was tired? I am really tired. Tired of moving. Tired of thinking.
Too tired to be bothering with being tired..