"Give no Quarter," is the order -Life
It is amazing how much unhappiness I have to go through in order to try to be happy. And on top of that the happiness I seek isn’t guaranteed. My nights are days and most of the time my days are days too. I work almost everyday. The job I do get paid for I hate and think doesn’t pay enough while the job i don’t get paid for I like and I know doesn’t pay. In order to get that job to pay I will be getting certified which will kill even more of the time I don’t have causing my already nonexistant social life to be reduced further. Which by the way is the main reason I’m unhappy.
So why do I even bother when I coulda made paper singing papers to people with my current type of problem? I’m drowning and no one is there to save me cause no one cares, I don’t see much point in gasping for air, when my life compares to death.
I had a dream that I have had before. While dreaming I recalled how the dream ended the first time and was able to change the outcome. Chalk up 3 more to my dream body count
I have no game but a slow game no wonder I’m playing by myself
I crack myself up
No one really looks up to me…well except little kids but that is due less to admiration and more to elevation
Days like today, I either need more love or less heart
Day by day I pick away almonds every one till none remain and the mix is plain again. The almonds cast upon the mound do mount very tall indeed, yet go unnoticed by friend and foe and everyone in between. So am I the one who careless fraught with oversight? Surely y’all aren’t blameless in creating this dismal plight.
I DID IT!
I completed NaNoWriMo!