deyemofo

A conversation I have with myself 873 times per week:

"Why do you work so much?"
To make tons of jack.
"Why do you need so much bank?"
To pay off my bills and debts at an insane pace.
"Why do you spend so much on that?"
So I can buy back my freedom.
"What'd you spend your 'freedom' on?"
Starting a record label. Buying...
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The answers don't matter half as much as the questions.
The future belongs to the discontent.
To build is much harder than to destroy.
Rocknroll. Here we go. Again.

Exhausted.
For days.
Can't sleep.
At all.
Anxious.
Nervous.
Unfocused.
Jittery.
Miserable.

Come sweet rest and cure me of this week.
Too much work, too little play.
I need some good news.

Is anyone on this website, anyway?