i am so ready to go home
i enjoy my parents company and all, but brevard is so depressing these days. the few people i've kept in contact, whom i thought were worthwhile and might someday get out of here, are proving me wrong. another one is pregnant, by a guy who won't stay with her. am i supposed to be happy for them? how do people expect me to react? if you're fucking 20 years old, and have no stability in your own life then you choose to bring another life into this world, thats supposed to be good news? i work everyday in a broken family, and i'm attempting to give my boss's son some damn stability. i bet if a few of these people saw what i deal with everyday, they might think more carefully about who they have kids with. i guess i'm just mad. at people who won't recognize their fucking potential, at people who are wasting their lives, at the fact that i give a damn and most of all at the fact that i can't go home yet. to my life; or at least where my life makes sense, where i'm not afraid to talk about how well i'm doing for fear of making others feel inferior. back to people who have goals, and to real relationships, not these pseudo friendships that are more familiarity than anything else. i wish there was one person in this county i could go have an intelligent conversation with.