That's what I tell myself. Should stop riding. Can't. Should stop caring so much about everything. Can't. Should stop trying to get up at 5; ride hard; work all day; ride 'til dark; get up early...do it all again.
Gotta give myself a break. Can't. No time. What if it all ended tomorrow. It does. Sometimes. I want to leave 'this place' knowing I fucking left nothing on the table. That means burning it...everyday....all day. I will sleep when I am dead. I hope. But I doubt it.