Sometimes I feel like I am made of countless bubbles.

They pop from time to time, and eventually I am left with less and less pieces of myself.

But then new bubbles will appear. Currently my goal is to work hard on making them appear.

At least at work I get to drink wine and laugh with people. I smoke too much ciggarettes though.

Today was my only day off of the week but i spent it napping 5 times.

Haven't been having the best days this whole week. Sometimes i think i am cursed.