I'm legit tired from making money. if this keeps going next month I'll be able to afford my rent though

by this point I'm casing new hobbies. such confusing times for me. I'd say this isn't bad and instead good. the worst thing of all is a stuck state -- there's never anything worse. growth is pure bliss, the option to leave, exercised, fills one with such freedom and glee. round and round we go. ok I'm dreaming too much

seriously though who would've expected one to hate making money. it's too tough. I kind of love that I hate it now. now if only I could live off it, I'll take being called privileged with pride then. sure beats being poor all my life. over the horizon and it'll be over... I'll just regress to the hobbies I had as a teenager, which is funny cuz that's where I started. fucking hell economics is a waste of time. people like to steal far too much in this day and age -- so what did I do? I went and parasitized the thieves. they have all the goods! and who they gonna call?! they said they loved this game, cuz they were winning. well I got better I guess. people only like the games they're winning. ego thing I guess

for every imperfection, there's a chip water can get into, and it'll expand and crack you. you'll get owned by something small, cuz nobody's perfect. omnomnom mine now