(c) @revieyares – schoolmate at USC before.
Main point of the convo. I DONT HAVE A LIFE
Now that I’ve been working I further share some of time with friends and family. I usually just hang out with my boyfriend doing repetitive walks and it is just today that I realized I really don’t have a life.
Am I a happy person?
I am not. I am not satisfied of what I’m doing. I am not happy of what I’ve become. Or was I just too ambitious?
Really I don’t know the life I want to have. All I know is I’m just saving too much, then I end up spending everything all at once. Been tired of all these limited opportunities. It is just today after that convo that I realized I am not a happy person. I am just a poker. What do I get by being such?
Weighing my everyday life, I would say, that was not judgmental but true.
I really badly need a sermon.
Second, I need to start a passion. What could that be? I can’t think of any without thinking of who will I go with. Shit this dependent side of me. I need to drag the race, I need to burn myself, I need to pull the trigger.