One of my favorite tunes. "Change" by Deftones.
I'm just very stressed right now, coinciding Amber. It's compounded, but ultimately, has nothing to do with her. It's all me. It's all in my head. It's hard dealing with it because I have no outlet.
Now, before Amber comments on this post, don't. ^_^ This is a problem with myself. There is nothing anyone in the entire universe can say to make me feel otherwise. I'm a lonely old sod with a lot of ambition, but just no drive. It's easy to get what I don't care for, but difficult to get what I really want.
I need another drink, but the only alcohol in the house is my brother's bottle of Corona in a special Mexico bottle, which I am not going to open... BUT... THERE IS a bottle of Johnny Walker Golden Label I got from a client eight years ago. I will never make another $100,000. That's not going to happen. I'm opening it tonight to celebrate my stress at an all-time high. Cheers!
In the end, I suffer from the choices I make.