its been one fucking year. last summer and now this summer. what next? looks like every summer is a defining moment in my life. last summer mom was diagnosed with cancer, this summer she passed away. whats gonna happen next summer?
June 2010
8 posts
just saying.
its not the i wanna work till 9ish 10pm. but i enjoy my work and by working, i don’t have to deal with the other things that are going on in my life. yes, im channelling my energy into my work, escaping reality; but at least it helps me. just saying
“If i wasnt such a religious man, id pound her harder than a nail to a cross.”
—eric
woke up to a rude surprise. my point being, I don’t need a new mother. you can fuck out of my house.
have sex, eat and be alone. the advice i got for how i felt now. I could seriously use some food now.
there are some really huge holes to be filled in my life. It’s like after my mom passed on, a huge chunk of my life has been taken away.
I love my work. I really do. I’ve never done something so fulfilling in my life before.
In other words, I realize that I’ve been tearing/a bit of crying every morning when I leave for work. Its usually an emo song or something of such that makes me cry early in the morning. Than I start work and I love it.
Work has been tiring, but I enjoy every single moment of it.
