Time is always the same but it isn’t. The minute you spend waiting for class to end is a different minute than the one you spend playing a game. I always think to myself one of two things, I have time left or I’m running out of time. It always seems to be drastically one way or the other, lately it feels like the hours are longer while the years are shorter and I hate it. Maybe one day I’ll have too much time and my relationship with it will no longer be toxic.