Rubbishing

Most of this is just rubbish. I mean, what kind of stories do you get from someone who has been literally staying in one place for the longest time. I eat, sleep, laugh, watch movies, talk to friends, mingle with my family, and just recently, fainted, where I work. Its been like this for eight months ever since I was given a chance to put up my own business. My work has consumed me. I am now exactly the type of person described in my horoscope. And then some. I have learned so many new skills and the best one so far is, I can become a totally different person with just a snap of a finger. Just like that. Not that I'm plastic. It just comes with the job.

So am I happy? I guess. I should be. I have a job and people like you more if you have a job. I have money and people like you more if you have money. I now have plans for my life, unlike before and my goals all seem so easy to achieve.

Hold on.

I just asked myself a question.

Am I really happy or did I just got better at denying?

Now Im confused. Again!!!