Jun 21, 2015 - 0 Comments - Life, Writing -

A lack thereof

I hate being as busy as I am. There’s too many things I’m trying to achieve and the one thing I don’t give two shits about, work, is crushing my ability to do any of it. I have not don’t much writing lately as a result. What I have written is shit. Writing is supposed to be the escape from the horrors of work, but instead I find myself mentally shattered by the challenge of the current projects at work to the point that whatever I do type is just meaningless nonsense.

I went to a good friend’s baby shower this weekend. I’m getting to that point in my life. It was cute and all. But fuck I could do with less of a reminder of how single I am. Just more stuff I can’t fit in my life.

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