Life...you truly are a special kind of a bitch
Just need to write today. Life is well, overall, but the past still bites hard. Stinging in ways I thought I would never hurt, but that is life isn't is. Insecure, that is it i guess. I don't know love is a mean mother fucker eh. Why does it seem that the ones you never thougt would hurt you seem to cause the most pain and greif. I sit here and write, knowing that I am better off in life at the moment than I have been, but I still want to be bitter and angry. Depression fits me I think. Maybe I really am an emo kid, I just never took the time to fully invest myself in it. Ho hum life is my new bitch. How can I even describe it in words, I don't think I can. Work sucks, it literally drains me of every good feeling I have of late. I want to make my boss die in an extremely painful way. The man is a wanker. I think he is the most inept person I have meet in my professional career, which is saying alot having worked in the downtown movie theaters in casper. Oh well only four more weeks. That is my new mantra. When I feel stressed out of angry at work I just remind myself four more weeks. Anywho Life moves on, and so do we i guess. I haven't changed that much, but I am in a new place in my life. I am ready for it all to start i suppose. After I get my $25,000 piece of paper I will begin. That is providing I pass all of my stupid tests. I just don't know. This whole school thing is just killing me slowly.
until later,
josh
until later,
josh