No one reads this anymore.
I'm 23 years old.
It's been the most ridiculous 3 and a half years.
I didn't do shit after high school.
I flaked off while everyone else who graduated with me went off and started college at places like Kennesaw and GSU.
I took a year off to fuck around, drink a bunch, and sit on my ass.
Tried college here in Georgia.
Had a mental breakdown.
Then, ran away to Fort Wayne, Indiana.
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
I ended up at Applebee's serving food to fat-ass Midwestern racists.
Drinking a lot at the local dive bar, making out with random people behind my boyfriend's back.
Cheated on him with four guys.
All of them tattooed losers, with no drive to do anything.
Finally got the gall to move back to Atlanta and get my shit together.
Worked the 3rd shift at a 24 hour diner owned by evil Turks.
Stayed in the basement of my grandparents house, in my old bedroom.
(The house is so small and so poorly built that any time I sneeze, my grandmother can hear me from her computer desk.)
Spent a lot of time at Occupy Atlanta.
Met Ryan. I hadn't showered in a few days, I'd been sleeping in a tent in a park for a while.
I'd been spending most of my time feeding homeless people.
He showed up, intelligent and handsome.
Turns out he had been on the march, walking right next to me, the previous night.
I was smitten almost instantly.
We exchanged information, talked on the phone for hours on end, finishing each others sentences within the first few days.
We actually DATED, proper dating, for a few months.
Got to know each other before jumping right into a relationship.
Now, I'm a week and a half away from the end of my third semester in school.
A History major, I'm moving in with Ryan and going back to school at Gordon.
My commute will be less than 5 minutes.
I'll be living like a grown up again for the first time in a year.
I'll be with someone who has the drive to do something with his life.
This has been a learning experience, but sometimes I wish I had done it the conventional way. Graduated, college, degree, life of my own by the end of next semester. But I didn't. And I can't change that now. I just have to press on, focus on the fact that I'm at least doing something positive with my life. It really helps that I've found someone who believes in me. Who wants me around as much as I want him. I haven't ever felt that before. It's really nice. I think, together, he and I will do great things. Only time will tell.
It's been the most ridiculous 3 and a half years.
I didn't do shit after high school.
I flaked off while everyone else who graduated with me went off and started college at places like Kennesaw and GSU.
I took a year off to fuck around, drink a bunch, and sit on my ass.
Tried college here in Georgia.
Had a mental breakdown.
Then, ran away to Fort Wayne, Indiana.
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
I ended up at Applebee's serving food to fat-ass Midwestern racists.
Drinking a lot at the local dive bar, making out with random people behind my boyfriend's back.
Cheated on him with four guys.
All of them tattooed losers, with no drive to do anything.
Finally got the gall to move back to Atlanta and get my shit together.
Worked the 3rd shift at a 24 hour diner owned by evil Turks.
Stayed in the basement of my grandparents house, in my old bedroom.
(The house is so small and so poorly built that any time I sneeze, my grandmother can hear me from her computer desk.)
Spent a lot of time at Occupy Atlanta.
Met Ryan. I hadn't showered in a few days, I'd been sleeping in a tent in a park for a while.
I'd been spending most of my time feeding homeless people.
He showed up, intelligent and handsome.
Turns out he had been on the march, walking right next to me, the previous night.
I was smitten almost instantly.
We exchanged information, talked on the phone for hours on end, finishing each others sentences within the first few days.
We actually DATED, proper dating, for a few months.
Got to know each other before jumping right into a relationship.
Now, I'm a week and a half away from the end of my third semester in school.
A History major, I'm moving in with Ryan and going back to school at Gordon.
My commute will be less than 5 minutes.
I'll be living like a grown up again for the first time in a year.
I'll be with someone who has the drive to do something with his life.
This has been a learning experience, but sometimes I wish I had done it the conventional way. Graduated, college, degree, life of my own by the end of next semester. But I didn't. And I can't change that now. I just have to press on, focus on the fact that I'm at least doing something positive with my life. It really helps that I've found someone who believes in me. Who wants me around as much as I want him. I haven't ever felt that before. It's really nice. I think, together, he and I will do great things. Only time will tell.