alotonmymind...
Overwhelming anxeity as i walk upstairs into the bedroom to avoid Thomas' Clarkston crew +2...i don't know what it is. I can hang out all day with Brian and Lindsey at Cedar Point and be perfectly fine but when it comes to hangin' out with everyone i feel like they are all judging me. And they always do the same thing play poker... i mean don't get me wrong i love to play poker aswell but damn!!! Every time we all hang out i feel like that thing that just doesn't belong.
I'm afraid that me getting my license is doomed because i'm a fucking idiot!!!!
My mother wants me out from under her roof by September... or at least that's what she keeps saying...
Work is still playing its usual bullshit...
I want to go somewhere...
I still need to motivate myself not to be a fucking tub of lard...
Slam head into a fucking wall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep...
...Earth spins the days go by and alls i can do is stand here and watch...damit