It’s easier to forget someone when there is nothing left to be said.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get involved in a fluke, totally unintentional acident that kills me. Hope not
I delete your number each time you contact me, somehow I wish you’ll contact me again, so I can talk to you. But in the end – I’m half of what you want and I want to be whole.
I’ve got almost everything that I’ve aimed for in my career. I’ve written software for companies, I’ve written specs and managed a development team, I’ve designed and implemented and administered back end systems. I’ve hired people, managed people got fed up with people and it’s done now. The only one thing I haven’t done yet… …
What am I worth? what is my worth? These seem to be circulating my concious of late. When all is brought into consideration – these times we are in, the commute into work, the long hours – the uncertainty of the worlds perceptions and predictions, my insecurities, my lack of awareness and the reasons for …
Sometimes I wonder if there is anything that is worth worring about – other than not worry about anything in the first place. Sometimes I think that if we are part of a society that makes us worry about things – we should find somewhere else comfortably.
My thoughts, the mightly inflicted, wonder through dark caves within my mind. Unaware and unprepared – living only to inevitably self destruct in anguish. We. I feel are dying, within ourselves the self doubt is the parasite that feeds upon our diminishing souls. Self realization is the last knock, that immobilises thought and restricts optimism …
Every time i step off the business battefield, I’m a stronger character – damaged in many respects but stronger. I get defined.
To have someone loose faith in you is the one only truth that you have that tells you to stop trying, to stop hoping and tells you in a voice you always listen to, to start realising now what went wrong. There are No ifs buts or maybes now or in the future here- no …
I am paranoid of dying. Each day I think that tomorrow will be my last. I’m running out of time. I’ve not documented enough of this life. Tomorrow I’ll be 23 and then I’ve not done enough wig my life. It worries me greatly.