I have lost my empathy for everything. I no longer care for school, I no longer care to do anything with my life. Sad isn't it? But you know, perhaps I was never meant for something big - perhaps I was always supposed to be in the workforce?! I don't really know, honestly. I'd like to think I have a gift of some sort with which I can create something that makes me stand apart from everyone else - but maybe I was just told this when I was younger up until now and I am finally able to realize that it was all of a bunch of horseshit.
God, I would hate to be friends with me: it must be really depressing. Truly.
I am going home to work this weekend - super fun times! I know that I need the money of course but I guess it will be nice to hang out with a few of the old coworkers and what not - have a few laughs, probably about my pitiful situation that I have gotten myself into.
Damn, it's one more game of hearts in armor. More like my character seems to slip away a little more each time that I fuck up. I pretend not to notice, but I do - I've always known it.
*Always.
Caitlin
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926