Not sure what’s happening, but I want it to happen faster. Maybe it’s a life of mania that’s made me hunger for the high points. Maybe it’s the depression. Regardless, it’s not happening fast enough, and I need things to happen faster, and I want things to happen faster, and have I mentioned faster? Life needs to speed up. And then, no. I want to savor every moment of the delicious anticipation. The feeling where I can count down all... Read more