They say to live your life like it’s your last.
Who said that? I didn’t, but sometimes I do believe that.
Walking slowly, walking slowly is all I have been doing lately.
I sleep a lot. My appetite varies.
My decision making is abysmal.
Second guessing myself is not fun.
I am working very hard to rediscover myself. I am doing my best to enlighten my inner self.
This stage — inner turmoil.
The tunnel is black as night.
My boss has a black and hollow spot where her heart should be. Then again she is brain washed.
How do I continue when condescending nitwits block me?
I do understand that pretty much all jobs have there pros and cons, but why again and again and again? Enough.
All I want is to get my inner peace back.
I want my inner smile back.
My old self…thick skinned and strong.
My strength went on a hiatus and I hate that.
Where are you?
My projects are on paper. My goals have paper and pictures.
How do I begin?
I must find a way.
I skimmed this book and hoping.
The wall came back because my manager is a #^€. I will not be scolded or spoken down to because her pet is not feeling kissed enough.
My apologies for this vent. I so deeply hate it that a stupid job is exasperating my anxiety and depression.
I can’t be here anymore and work hard to heal.
It doesn’t mix.
I’ll keep searching until it does.