The Loneliest Job in the World
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me?, you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much?, and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all...
Whenever I drink — and even the smallest amount of alcohol will initiate this —...– http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-cant-do-drugs/
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