Or maybe it doesn't? I just feel as though I have been working and reaping none of the benefits. I guess that's what happens when you work menial jobs. I love what I do though because I love meticulous work. I love to organize whole shelves and walls of crap! I don't know why exactly, I just get some weird comfort from it.
I was reading my old diary the other day. I was about 15 years old when I started it and I ended it with one entry from my senior year in high school when I was 17. I laughed at it a lot, mostly because my priorities were so fucked up. I wonder if I had been a different person then would I be where I'm at still or would I be somewhere better? I guess I shouldn't live in the past, but sometimes it's hard not to think of the "what if's." In my diary I wanted to be a best selling novelist. I still love writing and I would love to accomplish this goal one day! Hopefully in maybe 10 or so years I can have that accomplished.
Things in life have been somewhat weird, though not directly from my point of view. Let's just say someone is dating someone and it's been seriously awkward for my roommate and I. I don't really think about it much but he always brings it up and I'm pretty much like "whatever" about the whole situation.
I'm tired of being selfish and having everyone bend to my way. I'm going to try it out their way and see how things go. Though it's not going to be easy because ego is big around these parts hah
I asked my mother today if I moved back to Texas whether or not she and my father would help me. Of course she said yes and was adamantly trying to get me to move closer to home in Houston. My heart is set on Dallas though,but of course my heart is actually set on Los Angeles, CA. I would love nothing more than to live there right now.
Let's see how things roll.
