I haven't always been this way, but lately, I haven't been feeling the need to do anything much. I can spend hours, days, weeks at home doing nothing and not even be compelled to step out of the house.
I think I have officially become
I used to enjoy life and all it has to offer, but lately I've turned into those working-stiffs-drone-types. Must be that one year office job that I had. It sucked the youth-enthusiasm out of me and turned me into an adult. A real adult who's passing through a mid-mid-life crisis.
That's alotta hyphens.
Being a Barista is not as bad as I'd thought. Sure, it's a low-paying job and the stigma it brings for a 24 year old isn't exactly grand. It's not coordinator/banker/designer status, but it's the first time I've worked a job that isn't bad at all. It's actually a joy to go to.
Not to mention I'm going back to school later in the year. Better late than never, but at 24, I don't think I'm late at all.
I have got big plans for myself at this moment and this time, I aims to see it through all the way to the end.
I may be feeling empty right now, but in no way am I lacking the motivation to succeed.
Or wait... do I think that succeeding will make me feel something? Is that why I want to? Am I longing to feel, more than anything? Even if that's the case, what is it that I want to feel?
What I've felt before? The pain and agony of failed love and hardship?
Maybe it's alot better to be empty and not feel the wretched torment of emotion. Maybe it's better I keep myself this way. It keeps the negativity away.
Tim moved the cursor on the monitor to the upper right corner of the screen and clicked on the red button with the 'X' on it.
I think his words speak for themselves. Do you actually need me, the narrator, to spell it out for you?
I thought not.
Log #215 completed.
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