Somedays, I just don't know. I mean, for a few years there it was all good. I arranged a few tanker bombings, set up wire transfers from charity fronts, and generally had a blast (no pun intended).
Lately, I've found my enthusiasm slipping. There's no spark, no joy... I was strapping a suicide pack on a 16 year old the other day and thought "is this what I want to be doing for the rest of my life?"
*sigh*
When I was a child, I never played with my friends outdoors. All I would do is paint. Paint and sing. It was my life, my happiness. I was pretty good at football, too. I scored 3 goals in one game during a varsity match one year...
Oh, Yahoo Answers, what should I do?
2006-11-30
08:01:06
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