and once again i can never make up my mind, so i'm probably going to move back to trenton in the next two weeks or so and work on the farm again, because that's the only job i've ever really liked going to and doing. and i can't help but feel like i'm only going to feel worse and worse the longer i stay in philly working shitty jobs.
this is my last post. i decided i'm not going to go to school and i'm going to get a job for a little bit. this is what i want to do and i know it's going to make me happy, and i'm going to do whatever i want to because it's my life.
last night i was convinced that i was going to die when i was curled up in my bed aching all over and lifeless, and i accepted my life as complete. but i woke up this morning anyways and quit smoking cigarettes and studied and filled out some job applications.
i'm actually as good as can be though, and the weather is nice.
while others are exploring job oppurtunities and what the education system in this country has to offer, i am exploring the many diverse levels of consciousness by any means possible. edit: nevermind. i don't think anybody really understands that.