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 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.