So, I’m basically in love with Dane Cook. He’s going to be the father of my children. Or so I say!
It’s been ridiculously stupid lately. I’ve…
- Almost been hit by a car, thus causing me to almost punch a fat lady in scrubs in the face.
- Broken up with my boyfriend because he still believes that a computer game will keep him warm at night.
- My friends have all started to finally start to act a little more mature, but I’m often sitting there wondering what the fuck I’m doing hanging around with such young people… honestly.
- I need to figure out the direction of my life. I’m starting to feel like an utter loser again. I work and work, but can’t go to school. I won’t ever finish school if I don’t make some pretty major sacrifices.
I’m tired of feeling like a complete loser. Right now the only thing I can seem to control is the fact that I get up every morning to get my ass to work, and I can go to the gym to not be such a fat ass anymore. That’s pretty much it. I mean, I can’t control the fact that I make little money and have no time after working an 8 hour day to be able to drive to a school… let alone that I live on my own and hate the idea of roommates in order to help be able to afford to finish my bachelor’s degree.
It’s becoming this impending doom looming over my head. I’m going to basically be one of those old cat ladies. Really. I’m going to amount to very little, unless I find some story that’s never been told (HA!), or I marry some rich guy who’ll let me do whatever I want and not have to work in the meantime… (Double HA!)
Eventually, it has to work out, right? Eventually it’ll all make some sort of sense… right…
it has to…
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