Long Time no see. At least that's what it feels like.
Well here I am, almost two weeks later, back to writing in my blog. Still unsure of what to blog about, I haven't been feeling very passionate about anything. I've been in a bit of a zombie mode you could say. Whether at work or at home, I just don't speak with anyone about much. The only signs of life I seem to give off are minor hindrances of sarcasm that reveal my anger.
You could say I'm in a bit of a funk, and how ironic it is that earlier in the summer I wrote blog posts about how to get out of a funk. Perhaps I should follow my own accord and try to burn off this anger and wild energy I've been putting out. If only there was some way to put a pause on one's lifestyle to take some time and figure out what is truly going on.
But alas, time goes on with or without you. And as the words of a fellow co-worker echo through my head as the words, "SUCK IT UP CUPCAKE" seem to shatter my every thought when I find myself pissing and moaning about the small ignorant shit that seem to partially incapacitate me from time to time.
The lackluster amount of sleep I get and double shifts seem to have impaled my social life for now. While my fellow 21 year olds are making meager amounts of money, but somehow continuing to party like rockstars, I find myself in zombie mode consistently with such a deprived sense of passion to drive me to do anything.
Woof. And so the words of an Australian co-worker at a skydiving facility will forever kick me in the ass as I pass on the message to you, and only for you just to say, "Suck it up Cupcake."
Well here I am, almost two weeks later, back to writing in my blog. Still unsure of what to blog about, I haven't been feeling very passionate about anything. I've been in a bit of a zombie mode you could say. Whether at work or at home, I just don't speak with anyone about much. The only signs of life I seem to give off are minor hindrances of sarcasm that reveal my anger.
You could say I'm in a bit of a funk, and how ironic it is that earlier in the summer I wrote blog posts about how to get out of a funk. Perhaps I should follow my own accord and try to burn off this anger and wild energy I've been putting out. If only there was some way to put a pause on one's lifestyle to take some time and figure out what is truly going on.
But alas, time goes on with or without you. And as the words of a fellow co-worker echo through my head as the words, "SUCK IT UP CUPCAKE" seem to shatter my every thought when I find myself pissing and moaning about the small ignorant shit that seem to partially incapacitate me from time to time.
The lackluster amount of sleep I get and double shifts seem to have impaled my social life for now. While my fellow 21 year olds are making meager amounts of money, but somehow continuing to party like rockstars, I find myself in zombie mode consistently with such a deprived sense of passion to drive me to do anything.
Woof. And so the words of an Australian co-worker at a skydiving facility will forever kick me in the ass as I pass on the message to you, and only for you just to say, "Suck it up Cupcake."
