The New Me vol 6

I get shocked in the chest, thinking about how things never change. How they’re on a slow-rolling slope down-ward, and you can think up a long list of things you’d rather do, but because of some kind of inertia, or hard facts about who you are and what life is, you always end up back where you started, sitting drunk on a hard, sticky chair with someone you hate.

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The New Me vol 5

I try to assess the things that bring me pleasure, and how those things might bring me a fulfilling career. I think about how to spend my time. Where my interests lie. The questions come naturally, as if supplied by the ether, and the answer sits in my empty skull: nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

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