Where Has My Life Gone?
Sep. 21st, 2005 07:46 amI can't really sort it all out right now.
I turn it over and over in my head. I consider screaming and yelling and all sorts of other uncharacteristic things. But, I don't. Because I'm not that kind of person.
I've considered blogging it for the past week, but I can't really figure out what it is.
But, something is missing.
Sadly, I think it's hope. I think I've lost it all. I can't find any reason for it any more. Everything I've thought would work out has just backfired and exploded in my face.
I'm still working really hard, but for what? Maybe I can pay the bills, maybe I can't. It's still too early to tell yet.
But, each day drags me down a little more. It seems pointless to rant on everything, but little by little, it's eating me up inside.
I keep going. It's what I always do. But, before, there was always something to look forward to, some light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, all I see is the train that's moving my way. I can't tell if it's coming fast or if it's a slow-mover. But, it's coming. And, I don't know how to get out of its way.
I turn it over and over in my head. I consider screaming and yelling and all sorts of other uncharacteristic things. But, I don't. Because I'm not that kind of person.
I've considered blogging it for the past week, but I can't really figure out what it is.
But, something is missing.
Sadly, I think it's hope. I think I've lost it all. I can't find any reason for it any more. Everything I've thought would work out has just backfired and exploded in my face.
I'm still working really hard, but for what? Maybe I can pay the bills, maybe I can't. It's still too early to tell yet.
But, each day drags me down a little more. It seems pointless to rant on everything, but little by little, it's eating me up inside.
I keep going. It's what I always do. But, before, there was always something to look forward to, some light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, all I see is the train that's moving my way. I can't tell if it's coming fast or if it's a slow-mover. But, it's coming. And, I don't know how to get out of its way.