I Have A Problem

See, ever since striking off on my own, landing my first job (a terrible one which overworked all its employees), and becoming accustomed to adult life I’ve had an adverse reaction to escapist enjoyment. I like it, or rather I like the idea of it, but in the back of my mind is a constant ticking clock - a reminder that enjoying this time means that said time is slipping away. Now on its face this…