Wishing (You) Well.

Where did all the energy go? All the optimism, the time, the motivation... Sometimes it's hard to even move an inch of my own muscle. To try and move and do something. Gone were the wishful days, where I get up early in the morning. The childhood dreams and promises I held down. The only thing that lies in my wake is my alarm blaring at me.

I move my arm to reach over where my phone at. I just want to lay down and sleep, to not wake up to the apparent nightmare that is my life. But I can't not with the hellish screams from hell coming from my phone. I let a begrudging sound as I raise myself from my eternal slumber. I rub my eyes as they focus on my phone. It read 6:30 AM, and I have work around 7 AM.

I shut my alarm off on my phone as I lay back on my bed. Staring towards my ceiling fan watching it spin around the room. I really don't want to go to work... Not today, not any day. But I have to, I would be out on the street right now if I didn't. Sometimes it's hard. I remember when I was a kid I used to be called an early bird. I would just get up very early right before my parents went to work. Just so I can give them a hug when they go to work.

Now it's hard to just sleep. It's hard to just get up out of my bed. Some days I just want to lay in bed and do nothing.

To tell you the truth no one knows how to be an adult. Every adult in the world is just winging it like everyone else, and the people who say they know how to be an adult are lying to you.