Where Do I Start?

I’m over-worked and under-slept. Again. Why do I do this to myself?

Every time I pile on too much, I get in the middle and I promise myself never again. Then next semester, or possibly two semesters later…

I’m here! I’m alive. I may even pass all my courses, but that’s undecided as of yet.Difficult to see. Always in motion is the future.

Tired of writing papers, I am. Want to write books.All her life has she looked away… to the future, to the horizon. Never her mind on where she was. Hmm? Wha...