an actual entry
It's late, and I slept all day. This means a number of things including the fact that I would just be tired when I wake-up if I were to go to sleep.
I finally got a job. Well I'm on the waiting list now. That means I'll have a job in two weeks or so. I'll be going back to school soon. With my new job I'll soon be out of debt. It seems like everything in my life is going so much better than it was. Only because I finally decided to do what was right for me.
So everything seems to be going well. Anyone who saw my life as an outsider would tell you that. So then why do I feel so blah. I really should be happy, but I'm really not. Maybe I'm one of those people that will never be happy. Maybe I'm just not letting myself be happy.
Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe I shouldn't sleep during the day anymore. There sure are a lot of "maybes" aren't there?
On the bright side, I get to hang out with someone I love tomorrow, and I'm going to the Mars Volta concert on sunday. I'm sure that things will look brighter tomorrow. The suns light will brighten me right up, and I'll suck the positive vibes right into my soul. Sounds so poetic...
It's nice that writing always makes me feel better. If only I were a better writer. Maybe I would be happy as an author. In ant event my gloom and doom outlook has already gone away. I call this feeling George. George is my gremlin.
I finally got a job. Well I'm on the waiting list now. That means I'll have a job in two weeks or so. I'll be going back to school soon. With my new job I'll soon be out of debt. It seems like everything in my life is going so much better than it was. Only because I finally decided to do what was right for me.
So everything seems to be going well. Anyone who saw my life as an outsider would tell you that. So then why do I feel so blah. I really should be happy, but I'm really not. Maybe I'm one of those people that will never be happy. Maybe I'm just not letting myself be happy.
Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe I shouldn't sleep during the day anymore. There sure are a lot of "maybes" aren't there?
On the bright side, I get to hang out with someone I love tomorrow, and I'm going to the Mars Volta concert on sunday. I'm sure that things will look brighter tomorrow. The suns light will brighten me right up, and I'll suck the positive vibes right into my soul. Sounds so poetic...
It's nice that writing always makes me feel better. If only I were a better writer. Maybe I would be happy as an author. In ant event my gloom and doom outlook has already gone away. I call this feeling George. George is my gremlin.