It has been a very long year
Today is my birthday... yay me...
Guess I'm finally starting to realize I am getting old, I feel so useless due to the situation I am in; yet I know I can better myself.
This past year has been absolutely horrible, I have had a net gain of zero money. There is an upside to all this, I finally started to distance myself from all those people who were detrimental to my being. I've finally discovered myself as a schizoid, though there are many downsides there is something very good inside the disorder- which I have become quite fond of.
There is much for me to look forward to, and I am happy I can at least function (though my social skills still need a lot of work). There is still a lot for me to do, I have many ideas to get started on and well; I believe my time is very limited. There may be something wrong with me, I belive that I may be dying and I need to get some x-rays so I can be sure. I haven't told anyone yet, nor do I have any plans to tell them. Still, I'm not sad if that is the case; I'm more upset about all the work I've put into my notes going to waste... so much left undone...
As long as I am able to do what I can, I shall do what it is I am most interested in doing. There is still more ahead me, no time to complain. Time to get busy, I am ready for round two.
Guess I'm finally starting to realize I am getting old, I feel so useless due to the situation I am in; yet I know I can better myself.
This past year has been absolutely horrible, I have had a net gain of zero money. There is an upside to all this, I finally started to distance myself from all those people who were detrimental to my being. I've finally discovered myself as a schizoid, though there are many downsides there is something very good inside the disorder- which I have become quite fond of.
There is much for me to look forward to, and I am happy I can at least function (though my social skills still need a lot of work). There is still a lot for me to do, I have many ideas to get started on and well; I believe my time is very limited. There may be something wrong with me, I belive that I may be dying and I need to get some x-rays so I can be sure. I haven't told anyone yet, nor do I have any plans to tell them. Still, I'm not sad if that is the case; I'm more upset about all the work I've put into my notes going to waste... so much left undone...
As long as I am able to do what I can, I shall do what it is I am most interested in doing. There is still more ahead me, no time to complain. Time to get busy, I am ready for round two.