So, my life is shit.
sorry for the abrupt honesty there folks. but isn't it true. i finally disenrolled from high school. still don't have my GED. may not have passed my GED in time to go to fall classes at TVI. May not be able to get enough time off of work this summer to go and see my brothers. Maybe, if katy and i can be civil to one another for a long enough period of time, we will be moving in together this fall. but either way with that one it'll just be more stress. everything in life is these days. the only thing that's going right is that Laura found my sunglasses from the barbeque at her house when i lost them. that's the only good thing that's happened to me today.
katy won't be seeing me again until wednesday, unless i can convince chad to give me a ride up there and convince katy to give me a ride to central when she needs to leave to go to her guitar concert. oh man. i just wish that i could be with her and not have to worry about her mother or my mother or the next time i'll see her or the next time i won't see her. i just want my life to fall back into that simple routine it had for the last two years. go to school, work, hang out on weekends and smoke weed every day. too bad, though, because consistency isn't really a human trait. i guess i'm grateful that it isn't, but it was much more comforting to know what i'd be doing for the next x-number of weeks. i wish there was some kind of insurance i could buy, just in case i fuck up my whole life before i turn 18, i could always jump back four years and try again. wouldn't that be great. "Unsatisfied with YOUR childhood? Buy second chance insurance." ha ha. pipe dreams.
off to go wander in hapless self-pity.
-a.
katy won't be seeing me again until wednesday, unless i can convince chad to give me a ride up there and convince katy to give me a ride to central when she needs to leave to go to her guitar concert. oh man. i just wish that i could be with her and not have to worry about her mother or my mother or the next time i'll see her or the next time i won't see her. i just want my life to fall back into that simple routine it had for the last two years. go to school, work, hang out on weekends and smoke weed every day. too bad, though, because consistency isn't really a human trait. i guess i'm grateful that it isn't, but it was much more comforting to know what i'd be doing for the next x-number of weeks. i wish there was some kind of insurance i could buy, just in case i fuck up my whole life before i turn 18, i could always jump back four years and try again. wouldn't that be great. "Unsatisfied with YOUR childhood? Buy second chance insurance." ha ha. pipe dreams.
off to go wander in hapless self-pity.
-a.