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it grows late. i finally grow tired. and i feel like i'm wasting my time.
as i grow towards a promotion, i desire less and less to be there. is it the increased responsibility? or something else?
whirls of changes from errors of timing are gone. but changes must happen nonetheless. the wheres/whens/whys are nebulous, even to me.
so don't expect to come to us looking for answers on this one. you won't find any.
*looks around* a lot of thick black strings lately. sticking to the walls like ichor.
don't look good.
as i grow towards a promotion, i desire less and less to be there. is it the increased responsibility? or something else?
whirls of changes from errors of timing are gone. but changes must happen nonetheless. the wheres/whens/whys are nebulous, even to me.
so don't expect to come to us looking for answers on this one. you won't find any.
*looks around* a lot of thick black strings lately. sticking to the walls like ichor.
don't look good.