Clients who tack on a few extra “small requests” after they already payed you
I can’t stop critiquing typeface choices…
I just walk through stores like
It’s becoming a serious issue.
If only the lights would go away…
Things I have been thinking about today:
* People liked me better when I was quiet. No one really had a reason to dislike me because maybe I was uncomfortable with myself, but I’ve worked on that. Now, I can’t keep my mouth shut, and I’m pretty happy with myself and my progress for the most part. However, I have people that dislike me. They don’t like me for things I didn’t do. They don’t like me because I don’t wear a weave. They don’t ‘like me because I want a successful and REAL relationship. They don’t like me because I’m good at what I do and don’t plan on fucking around Spencer’s for the rest of my days.They don’t like me for the dumbest fucking reasons.
*Maybe I should just chill and learn to care a little less. I shouldn’t have to stress, beg, and practically pull teeth for anyone to hang out with me. I shouldn’t be disappointed when things continuously fall through or don’t go exactly the way I wanted/planned. I shouldn’t be afraid. I should let things fall where they may and maybe not always jerk the wheel straight every time thing stray left or right. I should just let it be because I feel like I’m making myself sick caring and trying to control.
*Man, that new Deftones is something else, isn’t it?
It’s like you’re screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed; that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, but nothing can save you. And when it’s over, and it’s gone, you almost wish you can have all that bad stuff back, so that you can have the good.