Pondering this thing called life

Jun 16, 2006 00:04

Cannot write, cannot draw, cannot drive. Interact very poorly with people. No money to go to college, and owing money (or anything else) makes me twitchy and stressed. No real discernable skills at all, really, including ones I should really have by this point (such as, well, driving). Am more than a little stupid, possess virtually no hand-eye coordination, and am a complete ditz.

Is this the part where I contemplate suicide, or the part where I become a homeless drifter? Can the homeless drifting wait until the weather's better? Is there a "Homeless Drifting for Dummies" book of some sort out there? 'Cause I'm afraid that for a useless blob that frequently bemoans the idiocy of humanity, I'm rather fond of living. Maybe I could just drift during fall, winter, and spring, and when it starts getting hot again I could take up residence in a shelter or something. Do you think that'd work? Do you think I could get my folks to store what books stuff I couldn't take with me in a place where they won't easily be irreparably damaged? And to take care of my incredibly spoiled cat? What would I do re: bathing and etc.? What if a hurricane or something like that heads towards where I happen to be drifting? Sadly, I am not blackjackrocket and do not trust in my ability to outwalk a massive destructive weather system.

So confused. Please send ninja.

EDIT: Apparently, "there is no future only porn and bad soda" is a character too long to be a proper tag, because LJ kept cutting off the "a" on soda, and "there is no future only porn and bad sod" just doesn't ring as true where is my vanilla coke bitches, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?. So you know.

*ceases attempts to cram more random tags onto entry*

*single sad crystalline tear, yo*

how many tags can i fit on one entry?, dumbassery, too damn young to feel this damn old, brain damage, paranoid fucktard, story of a nerd, wangst, turning twenty in october, failureosity, immaturity at its finest

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