How can a day that starts with so much promise, and delivers so well, be slapped down into the gutter? From feeling that your respected as an expert, how can one person make you feel like the dumbest human alive? Each day is turning into a bitch slip, and somehow sleep gives me strength to rise up Rocky like but I am now beginning to wonder if I am running out of sequels.
Even the questions are getting old since no one answers. Its like looking at a mirror and just talking to yourself, and expecting the reflection to say something different. But I am just left with silence as usual, just like posting on here. Even expecting catharsasis by writing has become more an inane ritual. I write because I can not becuase I want to, and somehow there is a great loss in that.