I'm Alive, I Think?
After the storm, it's okay to say I'm alive, but I'm certainly down and out. I've just been in such a sour mood lately due to the abrupt topsy-turvying of my life. I've lost a few friends, both my jobs, part of my house and definitely my sanity. In order to try and make my life better and give myself opportunities I've decided to make a drastic change. So many changes taking place lately, it's like I'm driving down the hwy at 90 miles an hour, the brakes don't work and I have no way to stop. I can either get where I'm going faster or crash and burn. Well, when you put it that way. . .I'm not trying to complain, ahhh screw it I am. . .I work 60 hours a week/5 days a week and go to school the other 2. I have to drive an hour north of here every morning at 4 am to get work and I'm just quite frankly exhausted. My arm has been in a mobilizing sling attached to my stomach for the past 4 days b/c I can't find a doctor who'll perform my surgery right now. 3 months in counting. . .and then the real challenge of character will come into play. Am I who I always professed to be or am I scared of change? I heard a song on the radio this morning that sank me back into a previous time. Now I'm just extremely confused and trying to convince myself of something. It's no one's fault but my own, I put myself in this predicament. Does anyone else around here hate the traffic as much as I do? I am now a believer more than ever that Hwy 49 and Pass Rd are the anti-Christ. . .hmmm, that is all! I'll catch y'all on the flipside--peace out!