Funny how time slips more and more away. Even now, in my days of just work instead of work and school and clubs and everything, I can't even find time to shave or clean my room or wash the dishes. I pray that it's because I can't find the time and not that I don't have the energy. Please don't tell me this is aging. I've fought my entire life to not... Never mind. I'll spare you that thought.
I've been planning on things changing. I'm hoping this change will mean that I'll have time to shave. But there's the thought of the harsh reality that I'll never have time to shave.
The New PostSecret Book
3 years ago