Fuck. This.
I’m sitting here... at a weekend long event that I have been literally wishing I could attend for the last 7-10 years. I’m tired, sweaty, exhausted, emotionally drained. I just blew up at my house before leaving... I still don’t know if I was wrong or if I was right. But I wish I was anywhere else but here right now... however, going anywhere else but here right now sounds as much fun as skinning myself.
So basically, I have paid money for a conference where I was supposed to present an idea that a team of developers would help me work on (possibly) and I might have my dream come true. But I’m so fricking ‘not here’ that I’m already done.
Sometimes, I fucking hate life... fuck this.












