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well i open this up and saw i was gonna write something back on the 8th, so here’s to 10 days late?

i use to be able to txt a friend but his bitch ass left me so i am down to Nicole. she keeps having chest pains and heart attacks and i don’t feel like bogging her down with all my bullshit so i am left with the voices inside my head.

so, here i am.

and, i want to write but taking the time to sit and do it, eats up too many spoons, as they say.

my problems are all mental. i know they are all in my head, rolling around like some crack addicts on meth. i try to ignore, i try to keep away but they are there, in my head.

work, work is not helping. i am doing my “work” to fix problems and, if i was team lead i wouldn’t be having half these problems.

but to be a team lead means working till 11 pm and i’m not playing that game.

tomorrow is another day.