Mar 18, 2007 07:39
At what point did I stop having fun?
Even the opportunity to have fun and I turn it down. I feel like I have too much to do and having fun is what I compromise. I have bills to pay. I want to help pay more so we can make it by without mom getting another payday advance.
Dicorce is a funny thing. Not so much "ha ha" as "well that's strange".
The things I've had to learn. To do. I don't know. I've changed and I'm not sure whether or not its for the better. So much responsibility has been thrust upon me. I sit in class and worry about ways I can buget my check to help get more groceries or what I can do for dinner that night so my mom doesn't have to worry about it. I've emotionally become quite cripple. Not like I have much emotional maturity to lose.
We signed a lease for a year at an apartment in san ramon. Moving, again. Downsizing. I feel like no one will come visit me. Its strange. What's nice though is the people who've said they'd help. People I didn't expect.
I don't know.
Waste of an update.
It really just keeps me from talking to you.
Giving you up has proven to be the hardest thing I've had to do yet. This sucks.