lost time

I caught a glimpse of my camera today. It had dust on it. I realize I don't take pictures anymore. This makes me sad. That was, and still is my favorite thing to do. I keep finding myself running out of time again and again. Always wishing for just one more minuet in bed, one more day to study, a few more hours to read a book and not be bothered by the ever ticking clock. I have been running out of time to do the things I love doing. And I cannot seem to figure out where the time is escaping to. I don't watch television, no time wasted there. I don't spend ample time on the computer. Where does it go? I am constantly running all the things I have to do through my mind, but I never get around to doing them. I will be graduating in three months. How did that fly by so fast?