kinda at that point were i'm kinda like fuck it...i don't care anymore...
23 years isnt a long time for a human life and i understand that fully..but i fuckin feel 60 most of the time, i feel that if it aint one god damn thing in my life its another... i HATE when good things pop up in my life...because 2 bad things always seem to fuckin follow right after it...
i feel every time i try to better myself and my spirits start to slightly lift that, it gets shit on again just after i got done cleaning up >.<
now moving away leaves me filled with a shit ton of anxiety, depression, anger, loneliness, and isolation, it is for the best though seeing how the economy here is shit and i cant find a job to save my life.
but i feel when i come back to Michigan in a few years everything should be better, ill have money saved up from my job and a law degree, and ill be in shape. i just need to put every ounce of energy i have into work, school, and working out physically. its just ganna be a long time by myself thats all