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Now back to your normal Saturday.
Mostly the fruits of what would have been my poetry collection Dry Humor, Wet T-Shirt. AD&AD is also my creative outlet that includes projects and initiatives I have been successful with in the past.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
i worry
i worry constantly
i worry over why we cant we just pay the damn bills on time for once
i worry that i may never be able to find a good job that provides a comfortable existence for us
i worry that we'll never be able to have children
i worry that my wife will say "fuck it, i'm gone" and leave me with nothing
i worry about losing my job as boring as it is
i worry that i'll never be truly independent
i worry about my car breaking down and not being able to repair it
i worry that my zeal of knowledge is dimming daily to a flicker
i worry about not being good enough after all these years
i worry that we'll be living in that crummy-ass apartment thirty years from now
i worry about becoming complacent with a monotonous existence. wait, i'm already there
i worry about rejection. after all these years, you'd think i was used to it by now
i worry that i'll have to go back to school and be a miserable failure with more debt
i worry that i'll die owing more that what i am worth
i worry that i've spent so much time working that i've missed out on life and it'll be too late to make up for it
i worry constantly
i worry over why we cant we just pay the damn bills on time for once
i worry that i may never be able to find a good job that provides a comfortable existence for us
i worry that we'll never be able to have children
i worry that my wife will say "fuck it, i'm gone" and leave me with nothing
i worry about losing my job as boring as it is
i worry that i'll never be truly independent
i worry about my car breaking down and not being able to repair it
i worry that my zeal of knowledge is dimming daily to a flicker
i worry about not being good enough after all these years
i worry that we'll be living in that crummy-ass apartment thirty years from now
i worry about becoming complacent with a monotonous existence. wait, i'm already there
i worry about rejection. after all these years, you'd think i was used to it by now
i worry that i'll have to go back to school and be a miserable failure with more debt
i worry that i'll die owing more that what i am worth
i worry that i've spent so much time working that i've missed out on life and it'll be too late to make up for it
i worry constantly
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