Although, I don't know how long my stay will be. Before I arrive, I'm already planning my departure and life hasn't been any different from that.
Life is lived if you don't write, right? More like dying. Def feel lile I'm closer to death after that last bday. Drifting through death has been more how I've been living. Each day, I feel closer to my own death than figuring my life out. This old soul wants to die young, so there's less memories to remember me by and only then will this walking corpse finally rest.
EDIT: My coworker, H E A T H E R said I was being morbid and I would have to agree. That woman is full of wisdom! The temp job ends next week, and I might not see her anymore after this. I'm gonna miss her. She really taught me that despite whatever you endure in life, you can still find the humour in things. She makes me laugh a lot and like I mean LOL.
This journal has been my longest constant in life (second comes Sabbath). 14 years later, thousands of cigarettes and joints later, and many different boyfriends later, this journal had outlasted it all. It's dizzying to think about, that's something to laugh at.