I feel like I’m running out of personal space. I have little to nothing that’s carved out that’s just mine. Work is like a giant energy ball that consumes me, which is good but overwhelming. I live in a living room and share that space with someone else. I have to share my friends and my time. There are worse things, I know. But that doesn’t make what I deal with any easier or manageable. My life is like sand. I hold onto it, but it just spills all over the place. No matter how much I try to hang on to or whatever I grab, it just slips through my fingers.