At 7PM I was worn so thin that I felt truly, physically ill. There was no other option, save for putting my body to rest. Here I am, three hours later, mastering a track and reviewing the notes from my most recent piloting lesson.
I'm beginning to think that there may be something to the frequency in which people call me crazy.
There is only one life I have to offer this world.
I'm sorry; this is the only way I know how to live.