And the world spins madly on.

I find it so hard to be motivated.

My life has become one big to-do list and every moment of my day is micromanaged.

I need an escape.

I need a release and almost always I use words, but they are no longer working.

I cling to the solitary silence I sit in as I type, but it is overcome with the screaming remains of today's unfinished list.

I want to run away.

My heart aches for those with special needs.

Breaks and breaks for them.

Yet my program of study, which I am in so that I can engage in this very subject, teaches me nothing.

I am exhausted.

I am tired of working so hard.

I am tired of coming home and seeing my roommates on the couch enjoying themselves.

I am weary and burdened.

I am burnt out.

I need rest.

I want to throw away all of my lists.

I want to shirk my responsibilities.

I want to run.

I do not want to look back.

I want to be so far gone, with my heart so enveloped in my passions that they cannot pull me back.

I want to love with the capacity I have been given.

I am tired of waiting here.