I CANT COME AND KILL MYSELF

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................and that was how my day went, got back home and momma had already prepared me a lovely meal - ahh, God bless her for me.

My legs can barely carry me, I literally crawled from the table to my bed. Tired from today, yesterday, the day before and the day before that, I'm no longer even thinking straight.
I was working on a post already, the second part of a post that i had written previously, already typed out the outline and format so I all have to do is fill it up but my wobbling eyes and sleepy brain is telling me I can't go on. I'll just copy then paste it somewhere else so i can write you guys a goodnight post, Oops! Aftering highlighting the post I clicked the backspace button, more work for me tomorrow.

My eyes are weak, half of my brain has gone to bed already but my mind isn't willing to join them. The fact that I'm already more than a month late on my Project research won't let me or the mere fact that I haven't made a post on steemit tonight - you know my steemit life is calculated, I don't have that much upvote per post so I cover up for this by posting regularly so i can be sure of rewards at reasonable intervals.

Story of my life, trying to max out value from extremely limited resources. Time being the most scarce of them all, tiny as a second may sound it can never be recovered. So I try, but being mere mortal - just the man that I am, my best is not always enough and there's nothing I can do about it.

It's about time I learn how to let things slide, select only the relevant from the pack. I need to know that I'll never be enough for them all and I can't come and kill myself trying to