Finally finished my damn work. I should feel satisfied at least to a small degree, but it never...

Finally finished my damn work. I should feel satisfied at least to a small degree, but it never feels like enough. Couple that with my desire to run into a catastrophic potential fire of an obsession I feel like I can’t even life anymore. BUT I also know my battery is running low so I’m susceptible to make rash decisions based on animal desires. I get so wrapped up in being a logical cold and calculated person, and the monster of desire grows to incalculable proportions until it breaks its fetters and takes over. I need to get a grip and dial it down a notch, become receptive and let my apathy take the wheel. Get used to saying NO!