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I should make another post on this thing before the month ends.
The month is ending and i didnt get my artistic goals done. It turns out my art director at my Day-job Resigned, that along with the other quitters leaving me and my trusty web co-worker as the last designers in the office. It turns out I really cant make the entire magazine by myself, but I am trying. I suppose I will have to put my goals on hold for a little longer.
who cares, they are just life goals, its just the only thing that keeps me from wanting to kill myself and entire my miserable life. That can wait until later, I have more important things to do like designing articles about how we now control video games by flailing our chubby arms around instead of pressing buttons.... important stuff.
I am getting a little tired of my life. It really is going nowhere. I am really immature, immature in that I still like to believe there is something out there in life that can cure my depression. One day I know I am going to have to give up this stupid shit I call my work and get a real life like everyone else. I am not special, But i dont need people to remind me that since it is already assumed by my like of a social life.
I have been thinking about a conversation I had with a friend in college who told me you cant raise a human baby without touching it or it will die. This has nothing to do with anything... I just still wonder if you really need to touch a baby to keep it alive. I hate being touched, I often still keep record to see how long I can go without human contact. These days it gets ruined because business makes you shake peoples hands and stuff and everyone still does that crap where they want to hug you.
everyone says I look upset lately, I feel fine, But I can never tell when I am depressed anymore because I am depressed all the time. When I go to hell how will I know when I am hot if I am burning all the time?
The month is ending and i didnt get my artistic goals done. It turns out my art director at my Day-job Resigned, that along with the other quitters leaving me and my trusty web co-worker as the last designers in the office. It turns out I really cant make the entire magazine by myself, but I am trying. I suppose I will have to put my goals on hold for a little longer.
who cares, they are just life goals, its just the only thing that keeps me from wanting to kill myself and entire my miserable life. That can wait until later, I have more important things to do like designing articles about how we now control video games by flailing our chubby arms around instead of pressing buttons.... important stuff.
I am getting a little tired of my life. It really is going nowhere. I am really immature, immature in that I still like to believe there is something out there in life that can cure my depression. One day I know I am going to have to give up this stupid shit I call my work and get a real life like everyone else. I am not special, But i dont need people to remind me that since it is already assumed by my like of a social life.
I have been thinking about a conversation I had with a friend in college who told me you cant raise a human baby without touching it or it will die. This has nothing to do with anything... I just still wonder if you really need to touch a baby to keep it alive. I hate being touched, I often still keep record to see how long I can go without human contact. These days it gets ruined because business makes you shake peoples hands and stuff and everyone still does that crap where they want to hug you.
everyone says I look upset lately, I feel fine, But I can never tell when I am depressed anymore because I am depressed all the time. When I go to hell how will I know when I am hot if I am burning all the time?