This isn't really sad or bad but I just gotta get the regret outta my head. My friend just started an online job and she's already made a fair amount of money. It's not like I'm jealous it's just that... we're two idiots with two identical brain cells they crave bizarre and quirky and God knows whatever nonsense else. We clung to this idea of line of work an I know I'm not brave enough to try things without going through basically questioning my entire life. An dammit I wouldn't be here jealous as hell really questioning if and when I should try it too. I mean it's not bad, it really isn't I just don't want to say, write, or read the job cause that just plants the idea further in ma brain. But damn I hate myself right now, why must I have crow brain that gets excited over shinys and anything chaotic.