an Lj type rant:
why on earth is it so fucking impossible to just be ok with the way things are? Is there ever going to be a time where I can relax and enjoy things? 25 started off so good, and then I got to thinking. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I want, or who I want or where I want it. I mean I do know some of the things I want but I can't make those things happen. why am I working in this stupid Temp agency. What am I doing in an office?