Running in place as fast as I can.
Nutshell.
Been busy, been getting fat and soft (despite football practice), trying my best to get to school every day, working hard each week to bring in the bank, even trying to get clothing style to pull in the lady types, and yet things feel remarkably dull and boring and... the same. Except everyone else around me. Good for them, seriously. It's just... I want a piece of pie, too. I'm a greedy son-of-a-bitch. And now I'm calling my mom a bitch. She's alright. Crazy, but not bad. Perhaps I'm spreading myself too thin. I want it all, and I'm making an effort to get it all, but I can only put so much effort forth for each thing. And since I'm not able to put forth a sufficiant effort in each segment of my wants, I'm not getting ANYthing.
It makes sense to me. Now the question that is begged: what to cut down on, and where to make strides?
Been busy, been getting fat and soft (despite football practice), trying my best to get to school every day, working hard each week to bring in the bank, even trying to get clothing style to pull in the lady types, and yet things feel remarkably dull and boring and... the same. Except everyone else around me. Good for them, seriously. It's just... I want a piece of pie, too. I'm a greedy son-of-a-bitch. And now I'm calling my mom a bitch. She's alright. Crazy, but not bad. Perhaps I'm spreading myself too thin. I want it all, and I'm making an effort to get it all, but I can only put so much effort forth for each thing. And since I'm not able to put forth a sufficiant effort in each segment of my wants, I'm not getting ANYthing.
It makes sense to me. Now the question that is begged: what to cut down on, and where to make strides?