Ill Content!
Lately, I've been disappointed. Disappointed in many things and people. Things don't taste as good. People aren't as pleasant to be around, and they're often carrying the plague with them. Games aren't as fun. Work is dreadful. I dread work.
More like I dread the time leading up to work. I've somehow become very undisciplined, mainly over waking myself up with alarms.
Anyway, it's dreadful. It wasn't always dreadful; it feels less fulfilling, too. I use just about any excuse to get out of it, usually for half the time I'm assigned that week. It's flexible, thankfully. As long as someone's there to work my shift, they don't seem to mind.
I'm also disappointed in myself for not posting this sooner, not calling my father on ocassions like I've intended, and something else I cannot remember.
More like I dread the time leading up to work. I've somehow become very undisciplined, mainly over waking myself up with alarms.
Anyway, it's dreadful. It wasn't always dreadful; it feels less fulfilling, too. I use just about any excuse to get out of it, usually for half the time I'm assigned that week. It's flexible, thankfully. As long as someone's there to work my shift, they don't seem to mind.
I'm also disappointed in myself for not posting this sooner, not calling my father on ocassions like I've intended, and something else I cannot remember.