Funk

Check your pulse it's proof that you're not listenin' to the call your life's been issuin' you

A rhythm of a line of idle days

John Mayor

Restless and bored. So much to do - projects, papers, my thesis...and I don't care. I'm tired of school and tired of the same routine. Tired of being in love with someone who isn't here and of seeing my neice grow up in pictures. Tired of hearing how my grandpa is doing and not being there to see for myself, constantly asking myself whether I'll see him again if I don't go home for Thanksgiving. Tired of being the mom in my house - the one that cleans and deals with things when they break. Tired and wondering where I went. This is ALL my choice. If I hate it here I could leave - I could quit school, move, and be gone - but I won't, because I'm invested, and because I would miss it - the school, the town, my friends. I miss feeling like I'm doing something here - like I'm making a difference. I've had this thing hanging over my shoulders since the summer and for the life of me I can't get it to go away...