I'm having trouble seeing further than what's right in front of me. I feel like I've spent so much time trying to live in the now and not stress out about what could come but now I'm drowning in the nothingness of now and struggling to keep fighting for what's beyond it all.
I'm not sure I'm making any sense. I guess this is what happens when I work four baseball games in five days or write 26 stories in seven days or work 67 hours this week... I'm fried. This is my life in march... gotta love it.
