AHHHHHHH
I'm bored at work.
My Dad is amazing. He is going to help me get a new car.
I want to get a second job at a bar or something.
I think the only people who still read this thing are the Stephs and Corey.
Missed two weeks of work from the accident, awaiting a check to pay the bills.
I'm tired of playing the game. I'm not sad being alone, but I hate thiking I have a chance and then realizing that it's just another one night of fun.
I wish Patrick lived here, then I wouldn't have to think about such things. He makes me happy. He's such a good person. Why do the good ones always have to be just out of reach?
My brother is gonna be in town for a bit today. It will be nice to see him.
The school still hasn't given me my money back for the class I never took... bastards.
This car thing has really out me in a rut. I just feel sluggish all the time now. I should be excited that I'm okay and everything, and I am, I really am. But dealing with the aftermath is taking its toll on me. I think about the money and everything all the time.
I need a haircut but I'm poor right now.
I'm gonna go get high, or drunk, or something... this is just rediculous!
Ps I'm not feeling sorry for myself I promise, Just venting.
My Dad is amazing. He is going to help me get a new car.
I want to get a second job at a bar or something.
I think the only people who still read this thing are the Stephs and Corey.
Missed two weeks of work from the accident, awaiting a check to pay the bills.
I'm tired of playing the game. I'm not sad being alone, but I hate thiking I have a chance and then realizing that it's just another one night of fun.
I wish Patrick lived here, then I wouldn't have to think about such things. He makes me happy. He's such a good person. Why do the good ones always have to be just out of reach?
My brother is gonna be in town for a bit today. It will be nice to see him.
The school still hasn't given me my money back for the class I never took... bastards.
This car thing has really out me in a rut. I just feel sluggish all the time now. I should be excited that I'm okay and everything, and I am, I really am. But dealing with the aftermath is taking its toll on me. I think about the money and everything all the time.
I need a haircut but I'm poor right now.
I'm gonna go get high, or drunk, or something... this is just rediculous!
Ps I'm not feeling sorry for myself I promise, Just venting.