Typically I use to love the night time. But it seems as of late that I have come to loath the hours between 6pm and 2am (or whenever I happen to pass out).
I am just racking my mind over every little thing that happens to pop into it. I feel like there is something that is missing from my life, and I don’t know what it is. I know that this is a reoccurring theme the last month or so, but its so weird that I have this lingering ‘Sword of Damocles’ over my head.
I feel like no matter what I try to do that its not good enough, and that I'm being pulled in 12 different directions. I really just need to get away from my life for at least a week or so. But doing that would require having money, and well, I just don’t have that available to me. There are changes that I need to implement in my life and I don’t know where to start or if its just that hallow feeling that I have and the ‘need’ to fill it.
I don’t know….