I did my first week on nights. it was good. Slower than days, that’s for sure. I liked it.
Life is still rough. I always dreaded the whole “get up, go to work, come home, eat, chill for a few hours, go to bed, repeat” mundaneness of life. And now, I have found myself in that stage. I still struggle with my feelings from day to day. The thing that I long for, that I wish I had, I will never be able to have, no one will be able to give me, and as I get older, I feel that I have less and less …. what’s the word…right? to feel deprived and depressed over.
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