Update.
Ok. I no longer work at the Rave, I have a car ('97 Mazda Protege LX), the possibility of moving to Mississippi with Aunt Donna has come up, and I'm an alchy (Smirnoff, my love).
Yes, such an interesting life.
I'm STILL looking into Wal-Mart, but I've also looked into Goodwill, since we'll be getting one here really soon. Don't know if I'll get either but I need to. I have a car to support, so I need to.
Yep.
Have you ever had a moment where you realize you really want something, but it would be a bad thing if you have it? Though the more you think about it, the more your heart longs?
Or how about you love something with a passion not seen since eras bygone, but the thing shows you as much attention as a cat? "Feed me and I love you. / F*** off. / Food? Love. / GO AWAY! Mine!"
I don't know what to do. I have opened a rift in myself and my reserves are trickling out, stolen by another. This theft goes unnoticed, it seems. I would love to patch it, but I abhor the action. Indecision knaws at my bones, my flesh, my very soul. Yet I am trapped her: Medusa's mirror. The White Witch's touch. The breath of death.
The dark cloud of depression steals my thoughts and attention. I am it's slave, now until my Prince Charming - sans Charming - appears and slays the demon(s) within me.
Yes, such an interesting life.
I'm STILL looking into Wal-Mart, but I've also looked into Goodwill, since we'll be getting one here really soon. Don't know if I'll get either but I need to. I have a car to support, so I need to.
Yep.
Have you ever had a moment where you realize you really want something, but it would be a bad thing if you have it? Though the more you think about it, the more your heart longs?
Or how about you love something with a passion not seen since eras bygone, but the thing shows you as much attention as a cat? "Feed me and I love you. / F*** off. / Food? Love. / GO AWAY! Mine!"
I don't know what to do. I have opened a rift in myself and my reserves are trickling out, stolen by another. This theft goes unnoticed, it seems. I would love to patch it, but I abhor the action. Indecision knaws at my bones, my flesh, my very soul. Yet I am trapped her: Medusa's mirror. The White Witch's touch. The breath of death.
The dark cloud of depression steals my thoughts and attention. I am it's slave, now until my Prince Charming - sans Charming - appears and slays the demon(s) within me.