Odd how life can make you want

To sit back for a while, when the world takes flight around you.

How it abuses you like that. It makes  you just

Want to sit down and be sore.

But you could also get up, jump off, and soar


I’m getting my shit together….

The last few months have been a piece of shit. Radiation took the life out of me, really. I had no interest in being a person, I was in survival mode. Well, school’s over, I passed all my classes, I got my glasses and my hearing aid, so I think it’s about time I can work on myself again. I can’t remember the last time I really sat down and wrote anything. It used to be like it took up all my time. It was always on my mind. 30 in 30 was painful.

I’m starting over. I’m going to get myself together my senior year. I’m tired of moping around. It’s not me. None if this is me, and it’s not going to define me.

PS, can anyone loan my $60? I’m in some hot water and I owe someone $.