Thoughts

When I do not want to write poetry, I am forced to write the truth.
I have had quite possibly the worst two weeks of the year, and it is only March. I totally botched my vacation by being sick and while I did enjoy myself, I am still sick and have no energy to do anything. Ive lost interest in school and work and I am exhausted. I feel like I need a break, but I do not have the time for one.
Adam's grandmother died and that was, awful. She was a wonderfully sweet woman and Adam and his family was hard.
I wanted to crawl in a hole lately...and I still do.