Running...

...yet standing still
Life has provided for me plentiful opportunities to be happy. I usually choose to look at the underside of the plate.
I've had lots of chances to be hyper-successful, yet I choose the path that makes me more happy, more gratified-  regardless of the cost or consequences.

My work has taken me places I never imagined it would.  Yet I loathe it.
My personal life is non-existent, most due to the aforementioned work problem.
I feel like I'm one bad afternoon away from tossing the whole thing in the garbage.  In fact I know I am.

I had the chance, a few months ago, to pull out gracefully, to exit stage left, to pursue a new path.  But through my selfish actions and arrogant inaction, I rocked the boat far too much for anyone's comfort-  now I'm stuck where I am until time ends. 
And I'm not happy about it.

Must. Find. Alternatives.

As I continue to slash and burn, crash and turn against all those that are closest to me, please be patient, I'm merely an adolescent. A very dramatic, shallow, broken, terrified kid stuck in the game of the big boys.