Well I definitely thought about it today

Todays the day I get my vasectomy!

No matter how terrible I feel in my head, I can always count on riding my horse to bring me back.

Sometimes I just feel like a hollow husk of myself.

Well it’s official I’m getting a vasectomy in two months!

What is my fucking life?

Every week, every day, it’s the same routine. I’m stuck in this rut and it’s only getting deeper and I really really want to climb out, but now I can’t reach the edges.

Can I reinvent it when I feel like I’m pretending?

Save me from the pattern, I am giving into everything.

I guess sometimes I’m just a shitty person.

I love leaving work because then I can stop my charade of being the happy/funny guy.

I feel so empty and heartbroken.