This een workin, and neither am I.
I now know why I hate coming back from vacation and why I'm so depressed when I get back here. It's because when I'm away, there's always stuff for me to be doing. Places to go, people to see, friends checkin on me to see how I am and telling me what time they're coming for me or what the agenda is for the day. And then here, nothing. No work, no need to set an alarm in the morning to be ready for anything. Some people would say that's the life to have, but it's not for me. I need to be active, to be on-the-go. Seems like I went from working like a slave to not working at all. There's gotta be a happy medium, right? I prayin it comes soon.
Ideally I'd work 2-3 days a week and have the rest off to do things that I want and need to do. That way I wouldn't have to stress over bills, but could also have fun.
That and this whole 'love' thing, I'm fairly convinced it's for the birds. I'm tired of this emotional rollercoaster, with my happiness dependent on someone, someone that probably doesn't even know it.
I need to get a life. Or seriously revamp the one I have.
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