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Hopes and dreams are like Santa Claus, would be nice if it were real, fun to watch kids enjoy them, but it’ll just cost you more the longer you push the facade.
That’s the most depressing thing I’ve written in a while.
Hopes and dreams are like Santa Claus, would be nice if it were real, fun to watch kids enjoy them, but it’ll just cost you more the longer you push the facade.
That’s the most depressing thing I’ve written in a while.
Wild that I paused to think “wtf were my dreams?”
Thinking back to what I wanted out of my career, thank fuck that didn’t come true. I just want to be home and with family every second I can.
Would’ve been cool to be a chef or dad rocker though.