The Reason Dreams Die On Mondays
I was in an endless circle that never went anywhere. Fridays were for dreaming. Mondays were for reality checks.
I was in an endless circle that never went anywhere. Fridays were for dreaming. Mondays were for reality checks.
For a long time I’ve skirted around a major fact in my life: I’m a loser.
Someone stole $90 million from a company I was involved in. I’m a poor judge of people. The company collapsed.
There’s no one you would rather go through hardships with than them.
“I honestly wish I never got them.”
“After the shoot is done we go our ways, I’ve rarely spoke to the girls I worked with much because a lot of them are pretty broken and I’d avoid them if I didn’t have debts to pay.”
You basically need a code book to tell if an INTJ is interested.
The solution to everyone’s woes seems so simple: just smile!