Written by Faith Elizabeth Shuckburgh Every day my life fades more and more beige, what happened to my dateless, youthful glow? This is not fair, when you think of my age, time ticks on by, but it all feels so slow. Each day come anew seems more like the last, although I am tired, I cannot sleep. “Was life always like this?” I ask my past, but she is quiet, and on the years creep. Dragging myself out of the house today, I told myself “It will get better soon.”. Although this a lie, I will still pray for a time of pain, where I am immune. I take a…