Why can't I just fucking be happy?
I'm getting the feeling that deep down I don't like being. That's the only thing I can think of as to why I have so miserable for so long. Seriously, I don't even know why I look at myspace. Just seeing everyone with degrees and moving on with their lives is truly depressing. Why is it that I just can't get moving onto anything else? I feel like I will always be this way. I know that I'm whining, but dammit, I am frustrated. Seriously. I can call myself fat and stupid until the cows some home but that's not going to make me do anything. Trust me. I want to say that I need something to come along and shake me up, but I know as soon as I ask for that, something really shitty will happen. That's pretty much how my life is.
Okay, I must shut the fuck up and do something. No more complaining, no more whining, no more feeling sorry for myself, just off my ass and do something.
Alright, I have three more classes to go and I am done for the semester. And then I start summer school. Good plan, but I need to do more. Something. Get another job (not). Work out (definitely not).
Okay, I must shut the fuck up and do something. No more complaining, no more whining, no more feeling sorry for myself, just off my ass and do something.
Alright, I have three more classes to go and I am done for the semester. And then I start summer school. Good plan, but I need to do more. Something. Get another job (not). Work out (definitely not).