The longest week

Nonsense really, my thought process late at night after a long day, week, month, year, years.

I'm lying here in bed, the reality of real life is emerging from my naive self, not just tonight but last night and the night before too. I have been stuck in this not so fantasy, fantasy world of study. I left work in retail for this, because I wanted to turn this passion of mine into a career, but, maybe this passion of mine isn't as strong as the skill of others. Did I just waste two and a half years of my life?
Half a year sounds like a long time when you are at the beginning of it all, but in reality, it's no where near long enough. What am I going to do? Who am I going to work for?... Am I going to work. Who am I. I wish I could just have a peak into the future, just a wee one, to see if I'm okay, to see if this was a good idea, this whole study thing. Should I have stayed at the Mexican food place with the orange uniform? I could have been a manager at the s****y hardware store by now, hell, I might have even had a new car or some spare time to do some personal projects. Painting, haven't done that in a while.
This has been the longest most exhausting week. Two and half years this week has been so far, one half to go.

Author's Note

It's honestly just my thoughts, the way they came out, I have not edited this, and I will not edit it, because then it wouldn't be my thoughts. Plus I have so much homework to do it's not funny.