On my own
Christ on a cracker.
This journal has been keeping me alive for the past month. Sure I havn't posted but having it here keeps me from angsting about life so much.
Anaways I've only got about 5 minutes to write this before the library compy kicks me off.
I've been trying to work my way up in the world of Del Taco but it's just not working. Job is hard, living is hard, I had no food for a period of about 5 days last week, that sucked.
There's a lot of drama going on where I'm living and I"m not sure I'm even going to be living there much longer. I wish I had a place to move to but unfortuantely I'm stuck where I am.
So yeah life sucks, cry me a river bitch.
I've had to suck up so much this past 2 months I don't think I'll ever be the same again.
Between juggling a GED (Which I should have passed w00t!) a Job, and not pissing off the very fickle people who are letting me live on 48$ a mont rent.
Yeah, it's a neverending battle.
On top of things I have to go to a therapist once a week who's attempting to force her closed minded view of "Dreams are a bad thing to have, focus on reality." Yeah well fuck you bitch, what I know is that my dreams get me places. I will be rich, I will own my cool house, and I will be a fuckikng Dr. In Psycology.
Trying to tell me I won't be good for the job *grumble, grumble*
Well anaways, I'm gonna go now it's prolly about to log me out.
Laters people, and don't be afraid to call =P
-Codi