"Don’t seem to have that much to show. For all the hard work, the sweat and toil..."

Where does the time go? I can't seem to keep abreast of the hours that pass me in my oblivious quest to stay afloat.

Delayed grief.
Isolation.
Sleep Deprivation.
Befuddlement.

I think I have become a hamster on a wheel.
I think I won't ever see the light at the end of the fucking tunnel.
I think I am in the midst of a existentialist crisis.
I think I just need to get more sleep............

"Swallow all your tears my love and put on a new face.."