Frustrated.
I don't like my haircut.
I didn't want it cut this short.
It's really short.
Right next to the fucking scalp.
With a faggot quiff on top.
Fuck this.
I wanted it grown out.
Nice and long, for swimming and running.
Even my skin has gotten worse since cutting it.
My fault.
I shouldn't have let my wife dictate to the barber what I wanted.
I should have paid more attention to what he said.
I should have decided what I wanted, clearly, before getting it cut.
But hey, there's a reason that this is pissing me off so much.
It's because growing my hair out is the only achievement I've had in the last 3 months.
I have made zero progress in any other area of my life.
My business has failed.
We have failed our clients.
We have failed to sell the business.
I have gotten fatter.
I still can't properly flex my left foot.
My acne has worsened.
I've got anxiety.
I have barely participated in the program I paid $750 for.
Now what?
I am at a coworking.
I have the ability to work.
Get work done?
Try it!