What’s the point of being in the city with so many things to see and do at lunch time when you’re not allowed to get out to see and do them?What’s the point of making enough to make ends meet when you’re so miserable you don’t even care if they meet?
What’s the point of having the perfect things when you have no one around with which to enjoy them?
What’s the point of working your butt off, double-checking everything and trying your hardest when it’s just criticized or over-looked anyway?
Pay no attention to me. I’m just being whiney and self-pitying today. Which I don’t usually do. Especially in public. What am I thinking???