Let me out. Let me out of this routine of fear. Let me out of the boring external shell that binds me. Let me out so that I can do something new. Let me live my life before it's gone...what could I possibly be offering you or anyone else at this point? Hire a robot to do your chores, ask my mom about living with regret, hire another recruiter to get kicked in the teeth every fucking day. You sit here and well up in tears over the state of affairs. You scream at your kids/dogs/husband because you are so fed up. You long for the sunshine that I'll be sitting in. I'm done. My blessings are counted and packed, when do we leave?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlnpedLeGbo
