i had to fight off the urge to sigh deeply, complain, yell, pull my hair, and cry.
what am i doing?
i thought this would be okay. me, coming in at 9am, sitting in front of the computer, packing up at five, and then doing what i really wanted to do afterwards. at least that was the idea.
recently ive been too worn out that i just want to pack up and go home.
i envy the people who share photos of their vacations and adventures all over the world. i envy the people who post beautiful photos they took time to take.
i want to go on vacations. i want to have adventures. i want to take beautiful photos.
and i can. and i should.
but im a coward.
im too afraid to make decisions. i dont want to be accountable.
and im lazy.
breaking the routine is just too much work.
no one is stopping me but me.
and thats the crappiest place i could possibly put myself in.
i think im gonna go back to school.
but this time, im going for me.