Defeat

Fall 2007 on Eastern Pkwy, B'klyn, NY

I can't shake this feeling of defeat. I'm going backwards in like everything I do. Money is being spent faster than it's being made, though I hear everyone shares that complaint, and my own self efficacy is constantly eroding with each glimpse in the mirror.

Them shits need to be shattered.

My Thanksgiving dinner plate overflowed with yum yum food, but it gave me the runs. And when I had left overs today, more belly running.

And to all this seasonal cheer, I say fuck it.

Today I'm feeling:

defeated