I'm tired and worn out. This is not how a 24 year old should feel, is it? I can remember when I felt alive and it's usually on the weekends when I don't have to think about my job or anything else. Running all day and all night until I can no longer stand.

Part of me just wants to stop. Part of me wants to keep going until I just drop. Sometimes I miss just sitting with someone and watching movies, curled up together. Seems a distant memory. That's okay, some of the memories are fond and I've weeded out the others. I'm content in smiling at them and going on to whatever is next.

Now if I could settle the issue with my job, I'd be content all over again. Free somehow because I don't wake up every day sick to my stomach at the thought of dealing with another minute of the chemical smell that mixes with my sweat or the oppresive heat in my office. Or my boss trying to get dirt on me that doesn't exist.