poobased
i feel like a steaming turd pile. but i'm not going to complain and whine. it's so dark out. soon, i hope to get a computer. i almost have enough saved. then, i will feel like an adult. or i might never leave my house again, we'll see. and speaking of steaming piles of turd, i started volunteering at the spca, walking dogs. it's sweet, but i have to pick up shit which i am morally against. and many parts of my body hurt, and i have a hematoma. it's dangerous work. makes my mohawk curl. i'm trying not to waste my time these days, but it's hard for lots of reasons. love is difficult and i'm a retard. i wish i had a personal assistant/gaurdian to manage my life. but at least i've laid off the drinking. i miss people but if we can't hang out outside of the bar then how good of friends are we really. i need to learn to play the piano better, music is my comfort now. maybe i just don't belong with people.