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there's something about returning home after a great weekend that just makes me want to kill myself. not really, but this past weekend was one of the best weekends of my life, and coming back to work and the same routine is just so disheartening. the only thing i really missed was my bed and a couple people i wish could have been there.
something i realized on my trip is, dont let your work become your life. you just have to work to make some of the things in life that matter, possible. its too bad the world revolves around money these days. i have this 6 month thing planned out, but i am feeling lately that i dont even know if i can handle 6 more months of this. things are just manifesting upon themselves in my head and its making me crazy. like really.
maybe i will post pictures in a couple days once they are developed. i think i have found a new passion for photography.
time to choke down some coffee and make it through my usual bullshit routine of a day.
someone get me out of here.
something i realized on my trip is, dont let your work become your life. you just have to work to make some of the things in life that matter, possible. its too bad the world revolves around money these days. i have this 6 month thing planned out, but i am feeling lately that i dont even know if i can handle 6 more months of this. things are just manifesting upon themselves in my head and its making me crazy. like really.
maybe i will post pictures in a couple days once they are developed. i think i have found a new passion for photography.
time to choke down some coffee and make it through my usual bullshit routine of a day.
someone get me out of here.