Ramblings, 20/12/2015
Pleasure in work is dug deep inside walls of red tape and unwarranted foreplay.
I am failing to keep myself from attempting to engage romantically. This points to that being a real need or want.
However, I'm using apps that base themselves on presentation. It's a starting point, but it's building up anxiety and distraction.
I need to let go and trust my path leads me to where I need to be, instead of frantically trying to engage with women where subtleties and physical cues are hidden.
Focus Antonio. Focus.
You are realising again you missed a major detail due to lack of focus that increased your investigation time to at least double, forced you to take on more stress and generate unneeded emails.
You need to improve your code reading skills. You will achieve this. You'll respect yourself and your work. You will stop wasting your own time.
The prospect of facing S. tonight is leaving me anxious and feeling asphyxiated.
Do you want a cuddle? Do you want a fucking cuddle? I'll cuddle you until you feel something sad pulling away at your soul, and you realise it's me, made of shattered pieces rubbing against your skin, cutting you and making you cry.
I am failing to keep myself from attempting to engage romantically. This points to that being a real need or want.
However, I'm using apps that base themselves on presentation. It's a starting point, but it's building up anxiety and distraction.
I need to let go and trust my path leads me to where I need to be, instead of frantically trying to engage with women where subtleties and physical cues are hidden.
Focus Antonio. Focus.
You are realising again you missed a major detail due to lack of focus that increased your investigation time to at least double, forced you to take on more stress and generate unneeded emails.
You need to improve your code reading skills. You will achieve this. You'll respect yourself and your work. You will stop wasting your own time.
The prospect of facing S. tonight is leaving me anxious and feeling asphyxiated.
Do you want a cuddle? Do you want a fucking cuddle? I'll cuddle you until you feel something sad pulling away at your soul, and you realise it's me, made of shattered pieces rubbing against your skin, cutting you and making you cry.