You know what’s funny about life? It never stops.

It just keeps on going and going in an ever endless wheel of change with unexpected twists in the spokes. Life never takes a moment to slow down. If only it could for just a short time, a time in which I could collect my thoughts, reflect, and cherish the sweet simplicities existence has to offer. But, considering where I am in life right now, I have no real chance of that.

University takes up the biggest chunk of my time. Schoolwork wrought with readings, presentations, essays, research for reports, and math questions leave in its wake a very stressed and a pining-for-freedom student, me. I’m just sick and tired of school and it’s barely half over yet. The problem with university work is that it never gives you a chance to breathe as it’s all-encompassing and time-consuming. When you finish one thing, you immediately have to begin another in between doing little things for some big project worth a considerable amount of your final grade. Plus, I get to be on the job hunt as I’ll need one in the summer. What a great way to spend the little free time I’m allowed!

Then there’s the social network. Not that I have much of one to keep up with, but it’s still draining at times nonetheless. It’s great to spend time with friends, enjoying their company and chatting and hanging out, but the hassle of planning when and where to see them, if the plans work for everyone, etc. get old after awhile. I’d like to be able to just pop into anyone’s house whenever but since everyone leads their own busy life, that’s next to impossible. Plus, there’s always the friendship frustrations I always seem to find myself in the middle of. When one seems to dissipate for a bit, more tension occurs when a roommate decides to leave at the end of the semester because she’s apparently found a new and better group of friends she can live with. Someone always does the walking away and most of the time it isn’t me.

Of course, things with the boyfriend are relatively smooth, but it’s certainly no bed of roses. I don’t get to see him much, maybe once a weekend or every other weekend because of circumstances being as they are. He also doesn’t like to take things seriously and it annoys the hell out of me. I swear, half of what I say goes in one ear and out the other in that empty head of his. Don’t get me wrong, he’s reasonably intelligent and well-adjusted, I just wonder how much actually goes through his mind (as proven by how little effort he puts into his schoolwork, thus making for only a minimal passing average). And, I think sometimes he’d rather spend time with his friends and entertain his social life, than talk to me. Now, that might send kind of jealous from my end, but seeing how little we see each other, it’s not too much to ask just to talk for more than random minutes sometimes. I don’t want to be his last priority but I certainly feel like it sometimes. Actually, I feel like that with a lot of people, but no guessing I suppose it’s my fault for it, or at least it feels that way.

Again, I really need to get away. I just want to hop on a plane and fly somewhere majestic and beautiful and forget about my petty troubles for a time. Escape sounds so grand, so freeing, but of course I can’t escape my problems. It’d just be nice to have a break but I don’t see gaining one in the forseeable future.

Life goes on. It never stops. Not even for just one minute to think things through. I have to take it head on and go with the flow. No time for complaining. Well, it’s on to the next task, but that’s life!