Hello? Are You Still There? Sorry. Wrong Number.

I’ve got so many things I want to bitch about but I’ve said them all before and you’ve read them all before and really I’m sick of talking about them as much as I am sick of experiencing them. I don’t even know if that sentence makes any sense or if there are places I should have put commas and right now I don’t care. I’ve got to write something every day. I made that promise. I’m sick of that promise too.

I can’t seem to give up on this stupid dream of someday writing all day and maybe teaching on the side. I can’t seem to give up on this stupid dream of owning a house. I can’t seem to give up on this stupid dream of having a family. If I could give up on these things and be a mindless drone like most of the society I live in then I would probably be much better off.

Dreamers are destined to be disappointed. I guess that’s what it all comes down to.

Some might say that I’m working towards my dream. Sure. I might be. But I’m not getting there fast enough. I’m not getting there nearly fast enough. I want to be there now and that’s what frustrates me the most.

It’s Thursday and I only have to get through one more day of this bullshit and then I get two days off. Next week is a three-day work week. Maybe the time off will help but I’m not counting on it. I’m not going to count on anything anymore.