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It's fucking LATE as hell. I'm tired. I feel like I'm half asleep already. I'm proud of myself. I stuck it through a very difficult conversation with a friend I've made here that I was about to throw to the curb. Consequently, we were able to get past our major difficulties and had a very wonderful evening. I gave a quarter to a homeless man. That doesn't sound like much, but it is a lot to me right now. Isn't it funny that the act of giving is somewhat selfish in that I feel good about myself by being selfless? It's puzzled me for a long time. I think I've been very embittered over the last year, and I'm feeling happier as of late. Things are still hard, but I'm working my way though them thus far. I'm getting a lot of help from the bank of Dad. But I've been keeping motivated, artistic, and I haven't fallen off the deep end yet. I want to cultivate a less victimized mentality. I used to have one, but that was before a lot of hard-times. It's easy to lose philosophy when the world gives you a few jabs. I want to just be the man I want to be, rather than talking about him. I want to follow through with my actions. I want to make a plan. I want to become more political. I'm a member of a union now. That is one of the single-most political acts by which anyone can engage. It's time.