it’s a sad, futile cycle, really. we prod, we stress, we overcompensate — only to find a void still there, which eats away from inside out. sorry, i know it’s so emo, but i can’t seem to shake it off for now.
it’s both amusing and sad, actually, how articulate we get when we’re down.
they say luck is the lazy man’s excuse for not working for anything.
well, come to think of it, yeah. the only question is if the lazy are whiny, or if the optimistic are delusional.