whatever

It’s like I’ve forgotten how to tell a story.

It’s devolved to just talking.

My heart is not behind it any more.

I wonder what has changed because I’ve never had good stories to tell but at least I could tell them.


We were talking about my work and she asked who was higher up the ladder. I said the other guy was; then she asked even though you’re always yelling at him. I was surprised and defended my actions and blamed it on his dumbass decisions.

I don’t know why I’m bother so much by the fact that he doesn’t make his life any easier when it’s in his reach.