I’m far behind from freedom, too lack of time to accomplish my dreams.
Often, my stream of tiredness and laziness are overcome for the sake of my good friends; I don’t feel like going out for my brain full of ideas to be taken down in time, but I ignore my work. I walk like a zombie, too lack of sleep for any excitement. I really don’t know if my sacrifice worth because my presence doesn’t seem to light up the crowd.
I wish to make full use of my little free time, at least to recuperate my sleep; I’ve more to do, other than to wait for replies. I want so much to get out of this.