My life feels like it is on the verge of crashing in on me.

And it’s exhausting to hold it all together all the time.

Today I momentarily thought how nice it would be if I got hit by a bus.

Not to die.

Just to land a sweet gig in a hospital bed for three weeks and have my job and school get put on hold and no one would judge me for having to take a break to get better.

I think my brain got hit by a bus and it needs a break to get better. But without the broken bones to prove it I have to continue on.

I’m sick.

I’m sure people who HAVE been hit by buses don’t appreciate my morbid fantasy.

Just five weeks until the quarter is over. For now, screaming helps.