just tired

I'm sick. Tired of writing about being sick. Tired of being sick then not as sick then sick again. Just tired. Tired of regaling everyone with Zach's exploits. I admitted a ten year old boy to Alternative Education, whose greatest worries should be striking out in the ninth inning, being kissed by Jennie, and how to get his hair to spike up like a rock star. Instead, I watched as he was instructed about check-in, metal detectors, pat-downs and search procedures. For the first time in months, he chewed his fingernails down. I know I did not cause this to happen, but I feel like I failed him, like I could have protected him. I have done nothing but fail at everything I began since returning to Texas. I have nothing to show for my inadequacies either. Just a broken child, a broken heart and a broken body. Just broken and tired.

So I will no longer be writing in this blog or anywhere else for that matter. I do not care to write about illness, heartbreak or my failures.

There you go, my life has fallen to pieces.