I give up.
I’m done. Forget it. I’m done.
When did my life stop being my own?
The phrase “this is my life” is retarded. Because this really isn’t my life, because it affects everyone around me. So my life, is your life.
My brother is right.
Forget all of this business nonsense because I’m too stupid and inexperienced to actually be successful. So I should go corporate and work my way up to a managerial position and learn whatever I can so I can then start my own business.
Forget that I would rather start another company or project. I need stability.
Forget that I would rather blow my head off than do the same job for years on end. I need experience.
Forget that I would rather take chances in life; high risk - high reward. I need to grow up.
I’ll do it. I’ll take a corp job and gain experience. Even though I learned more the past couple of years running my company than I would have working for someone else.
I’m done. Forget this next project that would have been great, even though I would have had to move out of the country. A very high risk and very high reward, but it would have been awesome. Scary. Fuck it.
I’ll be that old and bitter guy that didn’t live my own life but listened to others.
I almost became him once when I didnt major in what I wanted to, but instead what others thought I should do.
Funny how life works in circles. I had thought I’d be older and wiser. Instead, I’m just older and fatter.
As if my head isn’t full of other crap.
Done. Finito. Fin. End.
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