Man it's seriously been a while. Maybe this could be healthy?
It appears that there is one thing that sticks with the in's and out's that life has to bring. It's been a rollercoaster. I've seen alot of things since I've updated this thing last time. Sometimes I back myself into a corner thinking "what a fucking mess I've made for myself, why am I still here?" But I'm still breathing. I suppose that God isn't ready to let me out of his grips just yet. I miss my mom, I hate where my life has dwindled to. I've always seen myself as a goal oriented and die hard individual. Life has pinched and prodded at me. I'm just bored. I grow bored with everything. I need help. I need friends. I need... I don't know what the fuck I need. I'm lost. I put on this whole facade since I've been at my sister's house, like I have something to look forward to. But inside, I'm a fucking mess. That's my own little secret. Sigh.