Mar 17, 2012 01:24
Man, tonight was really bad for me.
I'm not long for this job and I know it.
I don't have it in me to stop. Management wants to make me part of the fabric, and I would rather drink myself to failure. Tempting, but I'm struggling with the notion that I can't.
I will wake up with a headache tomorrow. I will think about Jerry, and I will think about the problems that I have put him through. I will think about Jeff and Patricia and Maya.
I will want to delete this, and how I will want to completely delete this.
That is tomorrow, and it nothing. But it is tomorrow. Tomorrow is a desire to delete today.
But why couldn't I have handled it better?