Not knowing where you stand. With anyone. PGP.

Two years ago I was an eager college senior who couldn’t wait to graduate and take the world by storm. Today, I wish I could travel through time and punch that eager moron in the face. PGP.

Now I know why people drink wine every night. PGP.

Black coffee. Black pants. Black laptop. Black pen. Black soul. PGP.

Working 60, getting paid for 40. PGP.

I created an entire imaginary future based on the one job application I just filled out. PGP.