But then again...
Well, I've started regular work at Wellspring... though they decided to keep me at the same place (Central Library), and I'll only be getting 16 hours. :O( All I need is four more... please, four more hours... :o/
Hurm... I'm sick at the moment... got a stuffy nose and all of that, though I still manage to walk my ass down to the library. :OP I really hate being sick... but hey, shit happens...
Don't really know where I'm going with my life... right now all I can think about is the usual suspects... will I be making enough money to substitute my mom's measly income AND be able to treat myself to little pleasures (a movie, a video game, taking a girl out on a nice date...) every once in awhile; am I gonna be a bachelor for the rest of my life?; when am I gonna be able to get my own place and be on my own?; wondering if I'll ever get the chance to go to college or fulfill my dream of getting published... and of us, what's going to happen in the future?... what's going to happen when I die?... what is all this for?... who am I?... what am I?... why am I? Why? What? How? Blah blah rant rant rave rave...... :o/
Yeah... I feel as if I don't have anything substantial to offer to this world... like I'm merely a tool to help improve other individuals who have more to offer than I do... and though that may mean I am not entirely useless, it certainly doesn't make me feel any better...
It seems to be that all I have to offer is pretty words...
But then again, maybe I'm full of self-deprecating shit. :o/
What do you think?
- M.K.
Hurm... I'm sick at the moment... got a stuffy nose and all of that, though I still manage to walk my ass down to the library. :OP I really hate being sick... but hey, shit happens...
Don't really know where I'm going with my life... right now all I can think about is the usual suspects... will I be making enough money to substitute my mom's measly income AND be able to treat myself to little pleasures (a movie, a video game, taking a girl out on a nice date...) every once in awhile; am I gonna be a bachelor for the rest of my life?; when am I gonna be able to get my own place and be on my own?; wondering if I'll ever get the chance to go to college or fulfill my dream of getting published... and of us, what's going to happen in the future?... what's going to happen when I die?... what is all this for?... who am I?... what am I?... why am I? Why? What? How? Blah blah rant rant rave rave...... :o/
Yeah... I feel as if I don't have anything substantial to offer to this world... like I'm merely a tool to help improve other individuals who have more to offer than I do... and though that may mean I am not entirely useless, it certainly doesn't make me feel any better...
It seems to be that all I have to offer is pretty words...
But then again, maybe I'm full of self-deprecating shit. :o/
What do you think?
- M.K.