I have a job, I go to school and I play video games. I feel... normal. It's obnoxious, really. I've never been one for the defined 'normality', but I kind of like it.
While stuff has been cool on the surface, I've been going through my own stupid shit, as usual:
1. Possible drug test at work
(Not worried about it, just concerned who all would be fired if it were to happen)
2. Being broke constantly
(I blame it on Fro and eating out all the time)
3. Failing miserably at school.
(working 8 hours a day, 5 - 6 days a week will do that)
4. Females
(yeah, anxiety rises in my throat as I type this)
5. Growing up
(a sad fact I must live with)
I don't know. All of those problems are pretty insignificant, but my life seems to revolve around looking towards my next big problem or issue.
I'm still writing, or trying anyways. I just can't ever seem to find the time or the ability to write something compelling that I actually enjoy. Writing seems to be my only vice anymore. Drugs and alcohol are numbing, but they aren't the cure for the disorder.
Who knows.
Cheers! - Josh.
Inspiration for this post:
Feed The Animals
by Girl Talk (AKA: Greg Gillis)
by Girl Talk (AKA: Greg Gillis)
