Have I gone crazy or was i always here?

WORK. work work work. Got work? Are jobs like significant others are said to be in fairy tales? Is there one made for everyone, or do we have to make ourselves our jobs?

What to do. How much can i do? There are too few things. And of those things...meh.
I'm consuming. That i can do.

Maybe i dont want enough of anything to work for it. I dont care much. I dont much care.

I probably am crazy; who really knows?