tell me how we got this way.

There's some conflict going on that's eating me alive.
And I don't mean that as a pun, because I haven't really eaten all day and this is the longest I've gone in awhile feeling hungry, I'm not in any kind of mood to eat.
I woke up at nine, getting less sleep than most on the weekends, since I didn't lay down for sleep until two a.m. And I took a slight nap at two-thirty p.m.
My emotionally exhausted state has exhausted me physically.
There's a cut in my ankle that is deeper than any cut I've made since last summer. Is it me or is the weather?
Am I done or do I fight?
From this point on, it's not my fault.
But it's not hers either.