Thursday, 2 September 2004


I'm never going to have a great job or be rich. I don't have a career to think about, or a boss that needs impressing. I don't have a reputation or an image to maintain, so fuck it. Why am I living in misery wishing for a life I'll never live, that I know would make me miserable if I did get it. Shouldn't I just live for the moment and make the best of what I do have?
I'll be full of regret what ever my decisions. I'm full of regret now and
I've done nothing - that's part of the regret.

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