I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore. What the hell? Does anyone? No let’s hone this in, just me.

I have no idea. No clue. I thought I did. I don’t know. I have some ideas on the horizon, whatever that means, but will they ever come to fruition? I have no drive anymore. Did I ever? I put things out with a fart. With a sigh, literally and metaphorically. That’s the feeling I believe. That’s the effort I put in. Creatively more, but advertising, it’s a peter.

I’m unhappy. Why am i so unhappy? I can’t even bring myself to finish this post. I don’t even know what this post is about. I’m not interesting, nor is anybody else. But the tricky thing, the silver lining of it all, is that while I bitch and moan right now to thin air, I’m at “work.” I just can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. I knew it wouldn’t last. What a desperate position I’ve put myself in for the previous 5 years or so, ouch.

I promise, the next one will be better. Promise!