On one hand, my nails are perfect and the skin unblemished. On the other hand, I am covered in scratches and chipped polish.
On one hand, my job is not the worst in the world. I work autonomously; I get paid regularly. I do not work above my contracted hours and I do not think about work outside of those. On the other hand, I need a new job; a challenge; a chance of progression; a stretch of my skills, before I get too comfortable and unable to branch out.
On one hand, a relationship is a whole lot of effort and expectation that I can't be dealing with right now. It's not something I want; it's not something I'm looking for. On the other hand, it is quite nice to have another hand to hold.
On one hand, I must try harder. On the other hand, I can't quite muster the motivation to do so.
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