Days feel like hours, months feel like days, years feel like months. It all blends together.
I know what you mean, all too well. The last 20 years melted away, I can’t miss the next 20 as well
I feel like I’ll be here forever. Live forever in the now, I read a science fiction author write about and now I’m tired of it. Imagine looking at a concrete wall with nothing to do for a long time? I’m staying out of jail! I’ve cooled off a good bit recently. I discovered my anger came from resentment and those came from the blame game.
I just wish I could have a day. Like when you wake up in the morning excited for your plans for the day, have some coffee, go out and run some errands or whatever, maybe go to work for a bit, then come home and relax. My days don’t feel like days. It’s just some period when I’m awake doing whatever I feel like at the moment.
I’m worried I’ll never feel excitement again.
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