Filled
My life for the next month will and has taken on the feeling of being packed full. I feel as though every waking moment is fully accounted for what with the millions of things i have to do. But somehow, it's a good packed. No time to be idle, time to get on with my life, and rather than being lethargic and lazy, I'm really do something with my time. Making something of myself. I can't wait for the future and all it seems to have to offer. Everything seems to be so hard and yet so right at this moment. Everything's a struggle, everything's time consuming and arduous, and yet that is, perhaps, what makes me feel fulfilled: I am proud because it is hard, yet despite this hardship, I have endured and am succeeding. Getting everything done, fulfilling all my responsibilities. Maybe this is just the aderal talking, but this feeling of having sooo much to do, and yet finishing nonetheless is extraordinarily comforting. It makes me think that maybe i can do it. Please let me do it. Let me be what I want to be. Give me the strength, the perseverance, the talent, and the simple luck to succeed. Please.