instarsia

packing sucks because i have sooo much shit.

i'm trying to sort through it all and decide what i need and what i dont need. its like rifling through an entire section of my life little by little....

my ex fiances girlfriend called me yesterday (that took balls) because she needed to talk. he cheated on her...just like he cheated on me with her. the 2 of them are engaged. just like he and i were. i wanted to yell at her, but i didnt have the heart. shes actually a pretty nice girl...whatdya know. people surprise you sometimes.

i'm writing what is either the most monotinous piece of bullshit i've ever written or the most brilliant thing i've ever put on paper. i dunno which it is yet, but whatever it is it's coming along nicely.

i found my birth certificate today. this is good because i need to mail out copies for things. SCORE!

things have been rough lately. i've made alot of mistakes, learned alot of new lessons. felt the gamut of emotions from love to wanting to kill someone with my bare hands.

i'm hanging in there though. i dont know how but i am.

i'm gonna get going and listen to mike ness cheating at solitare, and keep packing. i have to say goodbye to the house i grew up in for good on april 22nd.

guess this chapter in my life really is over.