Tired, Unhappy (nothing new)

I am v v v tired. And drained. And body aches and all of that. And there is still tonnes of work that I need to get done. And I don't feel like working anymore.

Ok, enough tantrum throwing.

No, I will throw some more. I am just no good I realised. Just no good. So many cooler, more creative, more intelligent people out there all alive and kicking. Super hard. So what am I doing then? What's my claim to fame? Zilch man. Zilch.

I fink I am falling ill again. Constitution does not support career. I want to be a rich trophy housewife by career. That would be nice.

I read something nice in the latest book I am reading. This is about happiness – an oft punching bag for me and for this blog. Let me get it for you (I am so nice).

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

Makes sense. I always feel like I should be somewhere else, doing something else and definitely don't like being me. I would happily trade me for someone else.