wugglyump

Apprently i almost learned today when i care about peple i really care. I wonder, worry, lose sleep. Not by choice. And if i could, i'd turn it down a bit...a lot. But i can't seem to control this too well. But crying about stuff won't fix anything, but it is a way to let things out. I'm so close to driving, to not being a bother. I've done my fucking time, i really think that i have. Please. Perhaps this is what stresses me most. The fact that all of two of my friends or whatever have made an effort to see me. I'm not crawling with friends but...damn. Two.

I need to get it back. and not lose it. THis year is going to be my year because i said so. I am at an even age although it is an odd year. I told mylself that last year would be my year...but shit, it didn't take to long to disprove that huh?

I still want to make people happy, make them laugh, and if i can fit it in (and i will) better myself. for health...depression and all that other shit. I hope you all are well. If you're reading this thanks, it's nothing sexy...or even adventures...can't spell.

Less than half a glass to finish