i wish my life were more than it is. the heartache and pain, sleepless nights, etc. i cant forget the happiness, but sometimes it is so hidden that i could scream. seriously. that night was one of the roughest in a while and quite honestly, i am anticipating one hell of a morning because of it. i’m getting ready to go work nine hours. fml. i’ll make it. i am a tough cookie. i just need to get some food in my mouth asap and some hydration. i CAN do this and i will. mark my words. wait, its not like i have any other choice or anything. alright. i’m off to get dressed and out the door. time is moving on and i’m still sitting in the chair.