After a time consuming analysis of my life, I have realized much that I already knew. My life sucks. Sure I’m financial stable, I have a nice home and a nice car. I have surged ahead of my peers at the office.
I hate my life.
Generally speaking I have very few real friends. I’m only called upon when there is work to be done or a problem that needs resolution or last but not least when they need a loan.
I hate my life.
OK, this broke up over my break up sh-t has to stop. It is killin’ me. This morning I was running my 2nd mile of 4 and I was just overwelmed by thoughts. I had this raging desire to call her right that second. It made my stomach turn and I was almost forced to stop and throw-up. I didn’t thank god and was able to finish the run at a good hard pace. Surprisingly enough i ran the 2nd set of two miles at the fastest pace I have ran in a while. I’m gonna start pushing my body harder. I have to focus on something. I might try to jump overseas and do what I do. At least it will get me away from this place and these damn thoughts. Tonight hasn’t been too terribly upsetting. I’ve played around here waiting for bedtime to come around. I need a wife / friend.
