I’m panicking. Panicking because I’m bored from not using my brain.
Panicking because I’m afraid I’ll be expected to use my brain and be unable to focus.
Panicking because after 2 years of not being in a hurry to put a uniform back on, now I’m in a hurry and it’s been a whole week without response from any of the units I contacted.
Panicking because I’m in love but he can’t physically rock my world in bed.
Panicking because I see fresh silver in my hair.
Panicking because I hate this job.
Panicking because I can’t find another one that won’t send me back to Afghanistan for another year.
Panicking because if I dont find another one, I’ll have to delay graduation, and drive cross-country with a cat and a dog
to live in a motel for 2 mos.
Panicking because I’m getting sick from lack of sleep.
Panicking because I’m afraid I’ll oversleep and get into trouble.
Panicking because I havent the time or energy to dance.
Panicking because my wheels are spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning…and I’m going nowhere but still aging.
