The things I want in life are moving too fucking slowly, while the things I love and want to stay forever are leaving too quickly. I feel helpless, like a victim and near enemy of Time. I'm still here because there are still things and people I want and love, but imagining ending the pain seems so comforting sometimes. Nothing has turned out like I thought it would. I'm not young anymore, all I can do is trudge along and wait endlessly for any tangible result or outcome.