I am so tired. So mentally exhausted I wonder how I function. why do I allow things to continue when I really wish them to cease? my friend gave me a title: master of her destiny I know not if I can believe it, but I would like it to be true. A compliment, I think, it formed grateful surprise. Sometimes, I just want my friends. Now is sometime. When now is gone, so we all shall be, but the wanting won't have gone. 5 more days. Plus two. then what happens to my life? our lives?