I don't know why...
but I'm THIS close to fucking flipping right the hell out.
Don't tell me I don't know my shit.
Don't let me be alone.
Don't try to convince me otherwise in my beliefs.
Don't push my life in a direction for your gain, while making me ignore mine.
Don't fuck with me, plain and simple.
Other than that I need a new fucking job. MS is boring as hell and there's no way I'm ever going to make more money than I am now unless I get bumped up, but I'm not going to deal with that kind've responsibility. It's bullshit as it is. I wish some things job-wise in the past could have gone better, but I view most of them as not being my fault. Some of them were, but not this time.
I feel alone in the world as well. Like, I have no one around me, and I find that I'm talking to myself now. Phone is cool and all I just feel detached, almost like I'm going back to a primal root. I just can't stand anything right now and yet I feel content with it. Funny how I'm happy to live in what I view to be bullshit.
Don't tell me I don't know my shit.
Don't let me be alone.
Don't try to convince me otherwise in my beliefs.
Don't push my life in a direction for your gain, while making me ignore mine.
Don't fuck with me, plain and simple.
Other than that I need a new fucking job. MS is boring as hell and there's no way I'm ever going to make more money than I am now unless I get bumped up, but I'm not going to deal with that kind've responsibility. It's bullshit as it is. I wish some things job-wise in the past could have gone better, but I view most of them as not being my fault. Some of them were, but not this time.
I feel alone in the world as well. Like, I have no one around me, and I find that I'm talking to myself now. Phone is cool and all I just feel detached, almost like I'm going back to a primal root. I just can't stand anything right now and yet I feel content with it. Funny how I'm happy to live in what I view to be bullshit.