damn i dont know why i love you so much.

i cant possibly work for the rest of my life can i?

sometimes the only way out is to think your way out. but there’s also such a thing as thinking too much. even when your reasons are all just crap, you keep ending up where you are in the first place — the job you started with and have grown to love.

but can i stay with you for the longest of time? i think not. i’ll quit someday. you’ll see. my world doesn’t revolve around you. you’ll see i don’t love you that much. someday i’ll tell myself that and finally have the courage to quit.

if i used to recoil at the thought of being a workaholic, then im really eating my own crap right now. i no longer distinguish between my work life and social life. haha. where the hell are my friends?

i’ll quit one of these days, and find my one true love. and i hope it will never be too late.