August 4, 2016
My days are running together and leaving me feeling like time is slip, slip,slipping away. I so do not want to just survive in a wasted life, but I just can’t seem to muster up the necessary; the impetus to change. Then again my life has been wracked by too many foolish and impetuous acts, which have caused much too much grief to me and mine, thus I have become hesitant, no suspicious of flying.
Still, lives been good to me so far, so I feel foolish to complain, about it being too mundane.