Finally at the end of a 16 hour day. No I’m not complaining, this is just about every day for me. The weekends aren’t as bad, but still working. You know me well enough to know I’m not used to working this hard. It really sucks. Not because I’m always tired, not because of how pissed off I get when I hear other people bitching about how busy they are. No mostly it sucks because it’s all too obvious that EVERYONE around me is enjoying their life more than I am. People who take vacations, or go out with friends, people who have time to eat meals without having to do work simultaneously.
The reason I do it all: yeah I want to be rich. But that’s not what motivates me into actually doing it day after day. No what gets me through is believing that the work I do now will enable me someday to provide for you properly, to buy you a huge fucking ring, to travel the world with you, to give you the house you want to spend your life in, to pay for our children’s college, and most importantly to be able to do all this without us ever having to worry about money so that we can just focus on loving each other.
It all sounds nice, but it’s not easy to achieve. I guess it’s a good thing I’m pretty deeply in love with you.