MatzukiDarkGirl

Tired. Tired of trying to be something I'm not. Tired of living in a world full of strife Tired of loving people who hate Tired of smiling and hiding the pain Tired of crying hiding in my bed Tired of anger welling up inside me Tired of being tired Tired of the world Tired of nothing Tired of everything Tired of worrying about the future Tired of crying about the past Tired of being stuck in the present. Tired.

"I want one of those hats." Quebec had said it, probably more to himself than anything, and it hung in the room like a fog. He continued to put his concentration on the hem he was sewing, more firmly than before as if to make it very clear he wanted no conversation with Ontario on that point or any other. Ontario, through the years, had become quite used to all the mumblings and anti-socialism. He'd also become quite good at ignoring when his voice wasn't wanted. "The big ones all the women are wearing?" "Oui," Quebec said. He continued to refuse to look up, even at the disgusted head shake Ontario used to try and get his attention. "Tha