After all this time,
I would have never thought
That I would have fucked up...
This bad.

Today I attempted to put in my two weeks at uhaul.
I say attempted because when I handed my manager the paper that said that I had put in my two weeks
He told me to go home and think about it, and then "we'll talk tomorrow".
But I put in my two weeks.
And thats that.

Today I applied to FSU,
In hopes to get out of this foresaken town.

After two years of having a clean slate,
I passed out today.
This time it was at uhaul.
Bleh...

I can't help but feel that I'm in the exact same place that I was this time four years ago.
And it's such a shitty way to feel.

For such a long time I always wondered what was wrong with me.
But now I think I was meant to live and die alone.

I just don't know what to do anymore...

I think it's time to do some soul searching.

To get some direction in my life.

So since Christmas I have:
Dropped out of college.
Got a job at U-Haul.
Were told to get another job.
And pretty much have done nothing useful since I've been home.
But party.

The story of my life.
I'm a failure.

Before Christmas
I got news that my grandma was dying.
Now that we're up in Illinios visiting her,
On Christmas, they told us
That her cancer hasn't spread anymore.
And that she'll be around
To see next Christmas.
Which is all I could ask for.
So, it's been a damn good Christmas.