I can’t help but think I’m as effectual as a priest in whorehouse.
I just can’t seem to get anything happening.
In some ways I feel as if my life has become an endless round of work and chores.
Simply put, I am not having enough fun.
Easter weekend is looming, one of the biggest holidays of the year, and I really just don’t give a damn. Well … four days off is nothing to sneeze at, but what am I planning on doing? A big fat nothing.
I’ve lost touch with the things that make me happy.
Or maybe it’s more that I’ve changed and the things I used to love no longer do it for me.
I know I feel alone and in some ways that’s what I want.
Unfortunately there’s no way I can achieve this task in a bubble.
All in all, I just want to climb into a box and hide.
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