the 5th of July

"... I have such an urge to kick it and make myself look like a fool, to expose this festering emotion to my coworkers, who of course couldn't possibly understand my doing - what with their feeble one-dimensional thing they call character - why would they if I don't understand it myself.

I guess once again I'm with filled with disappointment in myself, because some days, my mind is exhausted with thoughts of reading and writing and ridding myself of this horrid energy-usurping job which day by day seems to prove to me a futile future. I feel closer and closer to the day that I relinquish my desires for material wants, financial successes and all those childhood dreams of attaining power. To pursue my love of writing."

---0738am


A little something I wrote in my moleskine on a dreary morning.