I don't want this coming week to be this fucking exceptional thing. I wish life could just go its normal way; I wish that there was something of a daily routine; I wish I could go to work to my office and to my analysis like I do every week, and that I wouldn't have to bother being anxious about just getting through this huge mess in a halfway decent way.
Which brings me back to last year's promise I made to myself and broke: When am I ever going to be rich and smart enough to fucking get out of this place at that time of year?
Oh, how I dream about China, Dubai or any other obscure place without Christmas.
Which brings me back to last year's promise I made to myself and broke: When am I ever going to be rich and smart enough to fucking get out of this place at that time of year?
Oh, how I dream about China, Dubai or any other obscure place without Christmas.
Fucking shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.
Amen.
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