I must say i really really like excercising alot now. Even though I am coming down with a cold and I went to the gym tired I was able to run a mile in nine minutes and i did it after I had already been excercising for over an hour.
Excercising is a good outlet for self loathing, I dont know why i never discovered this in high school. I go to the gym and systematically torture every mucle group to the point of exaustion and then bike home so I can do it again two days later, with the only notible difference thus far being able to take more punishment the next time i go.
My employer (my father) discovered his accountant, (my mother) had given me a raise to $12 per hour and now he not only says my salary will be cut ack to $10. Even though my direct superior is getting roughly $16 (my fathers friend) who I happened to train two months ago and still do the exact same tasks as this person. The worst part of all of this is he is cutting back my hours to 17.5 per week.
I feel rather withdrawn from life events, and if I am experiencing any emotion is amusment. I feel as if I am just counting down the hours before something really good happens, like all the bad so far has been set out to make the story of my eventual success more colorful. But is my story supposed to be one of success? dun dun dun.
Excercising is a good outlet for self loathing, I dont know why i never discovered this in high school. I go to the gym and systematically torture every mucle group to the point of exaustion and then bike home so I can do it again two days later, with the only notible difference thus far being able to take more punishment the next time i go.
My employer (my father) discovered his accountant, (my mother) had given me a raise to $12 per hour and now he not only says my salary will be cut ack to $10. Even though my direct superior is getting roughly $16 (my fathers friend) who I happened to train two months ago and still do the exact same tasks as this person. The worst part of all of this is he is cutting back my hours to 17.5 per week.
I feel rather withdrawn from life events, and if I am experiencing any emotion is amusment. I feel as if I am just counting down the hours before something really good happens, like all the bad so far has been set out to make the story of my eventual success more colorful. But is my story supposed to be one of success? dun dun dun.