I stare at the ceiling and sigh.
I toss in bed yet again, grabbing another pillow, carefully placing it in between my thighs.
I try to think of happy thoughts, but all that comes in my mind is a list of things I’ve yet to do. It’s long. And endless. I do not know where to start and how to begin.
I feel like I’m running out of time.
What am I chasing after?
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