bite the bullet
I'm wearing a dirty dickies shirt and torn up camo pants. i'm takin it easy today cause my tummy hurts, poor me. just gonna look for a job until i hear back about the management position. I used to hate rain cause it reminded me of british columbia, and i hated walking thru a rainy parking lot between classes in highschool. Now i like it cause lightening is pretty and i'm safe in my room. I've grown really attached to my room this past month. i'm in the process of thinning my shit out and spring cleaning to start my summer of acually accomplishing stuff. The last two summers were spent getting high by the pool or picking shards out of car floors. I actually have goals this time, which dont consist of having a shardy party with a couple 8 balls. I'm going to work my ass off getting this diploma, and whatever job i have i'll bust my ass. I'm gonna be different by the end of this summer, or at least that's my goal. last night i cried cause i was so lonely and i had such a bad headache. But i'm ok now, just gotta suck it up and move foreward... or some shit. i'm gonna disassemble my alter table cause it takes up too much room. i've changed so much already.
peace
peace