i irk myself.
For the past few days I’ve been coming home after 10. I’m OD-ing on work and its not a high, it’s the lowest yet. So many things to write about, so little time. I wanna put up my halloween pictures for some laughs, sharing the highlights from that crazy evening. But time forbids and its not that amusing when I’m practically living a joke from day to day: the guy who claims to follow his passion and lead his carefree lifestyle is munching back his words. Pass the milk please…
Who is this person? How did work get to me so easily?
Once again i was giving my decision to move on some serious thoughts. Oddly, i could sum up each and every little thing i was unhappy about at work, but couldn’t find one good valid reason to stay. What a huge slap on the face that was. Like duh…watcha waiting for?
Yikes… I’m officially the victim of my own destiny. Da pain… da pain…
“If you see the end of my rainbow, draw me a map. Thanks.”
