I feel like crap. I want to make something, but I can’t. If only it was as easy as bashing your head against the keyboard and producing a product, but it isn’t. It takes time. Time that I don’t have anymore. It takes energy. Energy I don’t have anymore.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Everyday I wished time would speed up so I could see my senior year. I wanted to know what future me would be like so badly.
But little did I know, the universe was listening.