I should not be complaining. I have everything going for me right now.

But I am tired out of my mind. I'm tired of not having time. I'm tired of running from one thing to another, and having every hour of my day occupied. I don't see it ending. Even though it is everything that I want.

I should probably be very happy. And I am, when I'm not so tired. End of every week is just exponentially harder.