Im so tired.
I got cocky, I thought life was good, I was busy playing normal, this was the place I came to vent my true thoughts and feelings when I knew nobody else had the capacity to listen. However there was one lose thread and everything has unraveled before me and im left with my tail between my legs and a tangled mess of confusion.
Insecurity is like a virus. It has no cure and waits in hiding for a weak moment, to take over.
An apple can be rotten to the core with no signs on its shiny appealing exterior. but inside the putrid rotting flesh decays. and after all an apple doesnt fall far from the tree.
I got cocky, I thought life was good, I was busy playing normal, this was the place I came to vent my true thoughts and feelings when I knew nobody else had the capacity to listen. However there was one lose thread and everything has unraveled before me and im left with my tail between my legs and a tangled mess of confusion.
Insecurity is like a virus. It has no cure and waits in hiding for a weak moment, to take over.
An apple can be rotten to the core with no signs on its shiny appealing exterior. but inside the putrid rotting flesh decays. and after all an apple doesnt fall far from the tree.
I really feel very very bad for you.
Nothing too exciting in my life. I am still unemployed oops semi-retired - it sounds so much better. The routine of unemployment is at best boring but I keep myself amused. The dogs and I walk, hangout in front of our apartment building; me smoking my pipe, getting pets and kisses from passerby's, and they read. Or something like that. I send out a few resumes or what I call "ignore my emails with attachments." One needs to keep a sense of humor.
Show up more often to SG just so I know you are still alive. Let me know when you next plan to be in NYC.