Yes
For those of you who haven’t heard.
Yes, I’m getting married.
To him.
He’s a cock.
But I love you baby. =)
Words always fail me when I need to write something.
Recently I find myself rethinking through the same questions.
“What am I working for? Why is it that I no longer feel the same about the job as I felt before?”
The feeling is inadequate, yet I’m feeling torn between the urgency to upgrade my skills/knowledge, and whether or not am I cut out for this.
It seems that I entered this line with everything, happy that I’m doing something that I like.
But that feelings’ lost along the way.
Sometimes I cant wait to get off work, sometimes I feel guilty of leaving when I could have stayed/put in more effort.
Its really frustrating at times.
Its that same sense of loss. Maybe its just the usual dwelling and burrowing into your emotions even further.
Like what someone has said, “Since you’re here, just do what you have to to the best you can.”
Yea, i think that’s good advice. =)
