airport

I am so tired.
I knew I would be tired this morning for weeks now.
I hate having to leave my bed on a cold morning.
Everything was still dark.
And I had to lug my huge bag around, a bag that cost me fifty bucks for being 16 pounds too heavy.

If airplanes were comfortable, I wouldn’t worry so much, but it takes a lot to sleep on a plane. The body just aches everywhere, and it already does, because I am tired, and more than likely hungry. Not like I want to spend my money on something to eat after having to pay fifty bucks. My stomach is sore though, empty, nervous and incredibly alone.

I want to call him, but he didn’t sleep at all last night, because he was nervous about me waking up on time. He has finals this coming week, and sleep is vital. I want to call him though, I want him to comfort me, and help me pass the time. But, I’m so tired, I wouldn’t be able to carry a good conversation anyway.