Yes it dawns on me that I don’t feel the same when I look myself in the mirror, this life isn’t supposed to be the way it turned out, all the right turns turned out to be wrong. The only solace is that I am still alive and kicking. Yes it been 25 years but my life still seems like a pro level maze, I get up go to work come back , bitch in the way in and way out I guess this is what people do and will keep on doing. I guess it’s alright shopping does make me a wee bit better, it’s like a major tweak in my dead lifeline.
I thought I was social but I tend to ignore people that is way I am built I guess I don’t trust anyone it’s you and only you. You don’t know what is in the mind of the person next to you and you never will. Work is like in co-relation to what the client expects and all in in all it’s all about the money. Don’t expect sympathy because no one has the time or will.
The beer drinking does have it pro and con an hour of happiness leads to a day of misery….but I don’t know what else I can do…trying to escape the daily routine leads to the thought of me being alone so I try to keep it far away. They say that writing down your emotions leads to a better life so this is the way out I guess.
What a joke.
