I'm just whining, don't listen.

[crazycathy]

My brain is overwhelmed, my spirit heavy. I'm sounding pretentious and arrogant to my own ears. I just want to hide from myself, and my flaws. I fail to see my dad's motives for trying to raise me right, and I'm just angry and frustrated. I want my car to be fixed, but I'm unwilling to be a thorn in Shane's side till he fixes it. I'm not motivated to clean my room, and I'm not organized. I need a job, I need a car, and I need to make my parents proud. It's like nothing is working. At all. My car is broken, my job is broken, my relationship with my dad is broken, my friendships are braking, and I'm growing up. Does growing up mean being isolated, does independant mean isolated? How can anyone make a living in this town?!
pray that I get this dentist job, or some other job. I'll miss eastside. That was such a good job. How am I ever going to find something comparable?