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I wish that I could take a big giant eraser to parts of my life and do it over. But only to small parts of my life. I'd use my eraser and pencil for other people. I'd erase pain and draw beautiful pictures where people aren't angry or frustrated or sad. Where people are happy. Where I'm happy because they're happy. I'd draw myself a nice job where I can be happy and maybe even meet some guy that I could spend my life with. I'd draw Chad an apartment where he and Kevin could live, filled with the weirdest fucking Ikea furnature ever, because they're funny like that. I'd draw as many children as I could think of even though I don't like kids. I'd draw myself a plane so I can go visit people so we'd both be happy. I'd draw happy balloons over people's heads and fill them with thoughts that I keep trying to have. Except my balloons never stay above my head. They float further and further away from my head until there's nothing left but frustration once more. I'd teather their balloons so they'd stay with them always.
I still don't have a job even though I've applied to hundreds of places. I havn't heard anything back from the unemployment office. I'm probably going to lose my insurance to my car. May even lose my car. Like I said, eraser? Pretty handy right now.
My uncle keeps winning at the casino. Fucker. The other day, 500 bucks. The day after that? 200. Day after that? 700. What an ass.
I really need to go out and see my grandmother, but I'm sick at the moment. I've got a cold or some shit that just wont leave me alone. I havn't even smoked in a while because it hurts to. I'm proud of myself, but still...shit, man. This being sick shit sucks.
There's so much that I could write down in here but alas, I'm tired and I'm not really feeling up to typing everything out.
It just needs to be a new year.
I still don't have a job even though I've applied to hundreds of places. I havn't heard anything back from the unemployment office. I'm probably going to lose my insurance to my car. May even lose my car. Like I said, eraser? Pretty handy right now.
My uncle keeps winning at the casino. Fucker. The other day, 500 bucks. The day after that? 200. Day after that? 700. What an ass.
I really need to go out and see my grandmother, but I'm sick at the moment. I've got a cold or some shit that just wont leave me alone. I havn't even smoked in a while because it hurts to. I'm proud of myself, but still...shit, man. This being sick shit sucks.
There's so much that I could write down in here but alas, I'm tired and I'm not really feeling up to typing everything out.
It just needs to be a new year.