At some point of time
I have more or less decided. Now onto the actual tactical details. Don't know at what point of time the thought solidified. Maybe days of nightly calls, maybe the realisation that there will be no one left. Maybe the final mail after slogging on that stupid deck, maybe the lack of support, maybe the bones, maybe others' bones, maybe having to justify when you don't believe in it, maybe the feeling of saturation, maybe it's just wanting out, maybe the utter shallowness of the man, maybe the deviousness, maybe the politics, maybe the helplessness, or maybe ...
Just maybe ... A combination Of all the above. A small fear remains about the unknown. But fear is good or so says some stupid aerated drnk commercial.
Just maybe ... A combination Of all the above. A small fear remains about the unknown. But fear is good or so says some stupid aerated drnk commercial.
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