The End
I think I've finally realized that this is never going to be over with. When you're little and life is simple and you go through a time where things are hard, you survive because you know it ends eventually and deep down you're sure everything is going to be okay. But there's no insurance anymore, no one to put bandaids on my scrapes, there's no deep down feeling because I'm alone now and I'm pretty sure this is it. Last summer changed my life completely, but it barely holds a candle to this summer, and it isn't about great, positive, epic change. Everyone knows I only really write in my livejournal when things are really bad or I need to complain. Of course, my mother thinks I never stop complaining in general and that I'm the most selfish person on the planet. So that's just me. Selfish, negative, lazy, unmotivated, and probably, worst of all, boring. If you told me when I first started this livejournal that I would be homeless, unemployed, broke, and without a plan, I'm sure I would have been just as surprised.