November Pain
Holy frick. November is almost over. Time is flying. "Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping, into the future." Too bad humans haven't mastered time. Time will always be the ultimate enemy. Friend. Mediator. Factor in decisions. Should I go on? Do you get my drift? Do you have enough, time? Work. Work is work. Last couple days of the week this week was grueling. Not because of work. But because of myself. I think my body is telling me to get better. We'll get back to that later. Lethargy and other contributors like, depression and self-imposed oppression. It seems at times I am triggered by things I am thinking about and I get teary eyed or full on start crying. Music or podcast conversations hit me hard sometimes. My mom always said that I was sensitive. but how sensitive can I get? I want to build strength. I want to not work where I do. But I have no other option. I never went to college. So I am self-stunted by education. I want to go to college f
