NO ONE IS COMING TO RESCUE YOU
The weather this year never came or went. Many mornings I would wake up wondering if it was October or February, when in fact it was May.
The future has exhausted me.
As a child I used to go in my backyard on Sunday nights and wait for aliens to take me away (INS would be more likely). Luckily, it never happened, but it’s indicative of life and your expectations over time.
A lifetime is kind of like being kidnapped. You keep waiting for something or someone to rescue you.
But this is it.