Even when I have time I don’t have time.
I thought this day was all for myself. A full day. Felt so long.
Now there’s three hours left before I’ll have to leave the house minus getting ready. Feels like nothing.
I didn’t want to sleep so that I wouldn’t miss out on my free-time.
Now I find myself busy trying to find something to do. Not really “quality time”.
Why can’t I just rest?!
I’m discontent.
