I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

You're tired of hearing about it? (racism) Imagine how freaking tiring it must be living through it.

I am sick of having opinions. I am sick of talking.

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

But I know about suffering; if that helps. I know that it ends. I ain’t going to tell you no lies, like it always ends for the better. Sometimes it ends for the worse. You can suffer so bad that you can be driven to a place where you can’t ever suffer again: and that’s worse.

Is it a war we are fighting, a war against health, against life and love? My condition is a torn condition. Every day, the dispensing of existence. I see the face of suffering. Its face is fierce and distant and ancient.
There's probably a straightforward explanation for the impossible weariness I feel. A perfectly straightforward explanation. It is a mortal weariness. Maybe I'm tired of being human, if human is what I am. I'm tired of being human.

The belief has long died that suffering here on earth will be rewarded in heaven. Suffering has lost its meaning.

Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs

Time shell be the limit of my suffering.

I planned to suffer
and I cannot.

I live in my suffering and that makes me happy.

Anything that keeps me from living in my suffering is unbearable to me.

I am too old for this. I was born too old for it, and so I am sick to death for quiet.

I don't know how it is, but I am so tired of commonplace happiness and commonplace goals.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.