"Doesn't really matter
How I feel inside
This life is like a game sometimes"
Somehow these lyrics jumped out at me differently than they have before.
Interview this morning.
Once again, waiting for someone else to determine where my life goes from here.
One. Last. Time.
I don't feel so good.
Now its time to drug myself and wait.
There is a kind of stress because of yer own procrastination or fault; in which you can do something about. And then there is a stress because of what others say/do that influence you; in which you cannot do something about.