Prickle-Prickle, day 57 of Confusion, YOLD: 3166 (Future)::
so this is
what it's like to be
alive. another early morning typing up some more
useless drivel in the vain attempt that someone will actually
care to read, to have an
insight into my life. another day
unemployed.
another day
wishing that i didn't have to borrow bus
fare from my
girlfriend, the one person on this
dirtball that i'd be even
less without. at least it's the weekend, i don't have to deal with the
useless instructors at my school.
maybe if i rob a
bank. or if i could just finish
something, i always lose my faith in the middle of creating. this is weird, everyone says that i whine and complain and that it's all about
self-esteem but i don't feel that way. i just feel lost.