Want to go home…work is so long. Had I known that 3 days of school and 3 days of (part time but still long hours of) work was this tiring a month in, I wouldn’t have chosen this path. All I want, at 18 and nearly 11 months, is to just have a semester’s worth of rent paid. Some time for myself. An ease to expand on my hobbies and maybe take some time to realize what my true career path can and should be, if not creative writing. And sleep. Oh sleep. But the bills gotta get paid, and life must go on. Time is ticking, and breaths are inhaling, exhaling in sighs. I just need to keep up.







