So, I know I haven't posted anything in awhile. But I just haven't had anything to say. Well, nothing entertaining anyway. Today I wanted to share the biggest pet peeve I have with FA. No, it's not the wheelchair or even the almost nagging calls about my well-being from my parents. (The living alone thing.) It's my fucking energy levels. The able-bodied take it for granted, I think. 5-hour-energy and caffeine don't help. I get over 10 hours of sleep a night. I've tried eating different foods and vitamins. It's inevitable, I guess.
My oldest brother is almost 30. I hear him from time to time, mention how he can't do stuff like he did when he was 20. Once, I asked what things he was referring to. Staying out late, drinking, socializing for hours,survivng on 3 hours of sleep, exercise as much, eating 8 tacos at Taco Bell,etc. Huh, me either. And I never could. Example, I baked pumpkin bread and cleaned my kitchen earlier. The effort it took me...No one even realizes. My kitchen wasn't even that dirty. The point is that I am exhausted and I feel sore everywhere. And it's pathetic. I am like a glass superhero. Shiny on the outside with ambition. But too much pressure and I'll crack.
Blargh! Going to take a nap.
