Speed.
I am really praying that life will speed by for me here. Because it’s going really really slow right now. Weeks are going by really slow now. I lust over work daily, wishing I can just work my butt off hanging lights around various venues. I wish I spent more time on my photography. I wish I had a social life, but I’m too burned out. I just go to school, run lights and paint. It’s good, but I’m tired of it. Tired of wanting to cry after Monday. Tired of headaches after Tuesday and Wednesday, tired of Thursday and Friday’s attention span(what attention span?).
I’m tired. I have a friend named Kevin who had a traumatic brain injury last summer. He was doing good…now he’s back in the hospital for who knows how long.
Today, I desired to be in his place. I felt like I’d rather be hurting, out of it and drugged up than in school. I desired to be in my Grandpa’s place- for a second. Living day to day not knowing much of anything, uncertain about all the people around him.
It’s getting really hard to push through.
