Jun 12, 2007 15:16
There's something exhausting about working, beyond the obvious. Maybe it's because it gives you so much time to think. Between trying to figure out how in seven hells someone managed to fuck that up and what you're going to say in order to get people to support your latest decision, there are moments where things hit you.
I hire people to do the busy work so I don't have to; I do what needs to be done myself. I try to think as little as is humanly possible about the past. I'm not too cool to not quote the Lion King, sometimes bad things happen and you can't do anything about it. Hakuna fucking matata.
I'm too tired. I don't want to go out. It takes too much effort, especially on nights like these. It reminds me how much happier people would be if I wasn't me. Well, fuck that.
I'm not changing.