hope?

I had a taste of time and freedom this last Sunday. It was a wonderful thing and I sure am craving it again. I need alone art time so freaking much that it actually hurts when I don’t get it. It may not be physical but that ache just never really goes away. It’s just upsetting because I don’t think that I’ll ever have any real chunk of time to myself. At least at this point I can’t see it in a relatively near future. I always hope though… so there’s that.