I've quit my job, for the fourth time. Wishing that things were more managable, laid out for me. I'm tired, emotionally, from everything. Sex, the opposite sex, career, family. I want things to be moving, but I want to be at rest. I feel useless, helpless, worthless.
Take me away. Fly me to the moon.
Where did I go wrong? I'd like to know the answer. I feel more and more foolish as each year goes by. The more I learn, the less I know. The more I know, the less I wish I knew.