Hmm, I may have fucked up a little
Life is unfair. I think I've gotten that fairly well beaten into my head by now. But there are still some things that you just really wish would work out like the fairy tale ending. Life is coming together for me, piece by piece, bit by bit, and I think I have it all sorted out now. I know who I want to be, and it actually happens to be who I am now. There's that inner child that is never going to grow up, but the rest of me really has, in a lot of ways. I understand more.
I just got out of a bad two-and-a-half year relationship. It hurt like fuck. I learned. I know whats really important, what really counts at the end of the day, and I know I didn't have it. I know what I want, what I need, what to look for. And honestly, while some it should be brain-dead obvious, the rest is things I never would have thought would really matter.
I'm getting my first apartment. Already spoke with the manager, just waiting to get approved. Had to bum a little off the parentals, but my mom I'm paying back, and my dad owes me a ton anyway. Steven gets paid on the second, so with a little luck I'll be moving in Sunday. Should be groovy.
I'm going to take classes at Delta next semester, knock out some math and English. Thirty more units and I can transfer. Still haven't picked a career, let alone a school. I'll figure it out. I think I'm only having so much trouble because I want something that doesn't feel like, well, work. Something I would actually enjoy doing.
I have a decent job, fixing computers. I work near to sixty hours a week. Don't really have a life, but, well, thats life.
Hmm, this isn't as random or amusing as I normally try to write. I think I've just been emotionally kicked in the head to many times of late. I done fucked up bad. And I officially apologize.
There's really not much more I can say here. Damn.
I just got out of a bad two-and-a-half year relationship. It hurt like fuck. I learned. I know whats really important, what really counts at the end of the day, and I know I didn't have it. I know what I want, what I need, what to look for. And honestly, while some it should be brain-dead obvious, the rest is things I never would have thought would really matter.
I'm getting my first apartment. Already spoke with the manager, just waiting to get approved. Had to bum a little off the parentals, but my mom I'm paying back, and my dad owes me a ton anyway. Steven gets paid on the second, so with a little luck I'll be moving in Sunday. Should be groovy.
I'm going to take classes at Delta next semester, knock out some math and English. Thirty more units and I can transfer. Still haven't picked a career, let alone a school. I'll figure it out. I think I'm only having so much trouble because I want something that doesn't feel like, well, work. Something I would actually enjoy doing.
I have a decent job, fixing computers. I work near to sixty hours a week. Don't really have a life, but, well, thats life.
Hmm, this isn't as random or amusing as I normally try to write. I think I've just been emotionally kicked in the head to many times of late. I done fucked up bad. And I officially apologize.
There's really not much more I can say here. Damn.