2nite

sometimes words just run thru my mind--random phrases, freestyle verses, concepts that crush me momentarily but never escape the constraints of my min. I hate this keyboard.

sometimes i think i'm depressed... it's difficult getting up and going to a job you're not particularly excited about. I used to be excited--when i had my own store. now i'm back in wilmington and i'm just another cog in the wheel. every fuckin day i have to go and pretend and smile and do whatever it is to get along because i'm no longer the guy in charge.

i have to worry about people worrying about what i'm doing--no one kinows how to mind their own business. it's retarded.

i'm a grown ass man. i know how to work. but we can't communicate. and i'm still viewed as if i'm some young kid working there. how many of them have run a store alone? how many have sat thru hours alone debating how to draw in more customers, more store traffic? ALONE.

i feel like i've proven myself but i still hate it.

blah.