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............
1 comment:
You're not a hamster on a wheel; that would mean you're going nowhere. You're getting a degree, raising three terrific kids, caring for a sick hubby, working, and still managing to look great and make those around you smile whenever you're around. In a short while, you'll have the degree and the kickass job, along with a paycheck of Buttafuoco proportions, and all of this shit will be a bad memory. Hang on, it's worth it.
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