| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | my dad talking and neil shaking his keys |
corpses and golf balls
waiting for Neil to come over...he wants to wack golf balls, i have lack of funds so i can't. i swear to god, if i dont get a freaking job in a month, its over. fuckfuckfuck. i feel so imcompetent...like i can't fucking provide for my self of something. I dont understand why i need this job to "prove" myself or to be a functioning human being...i've been somewhat functioning for 20 years fine...but this is the first time w/o a job. I remember last year when i was job-less...i was such a bitch that my close friend told me that he wouldn't hang out with me if i kept that attitude up. he told me this when i was driving him home. there was a serious accident on a side road. the police were putting tarps over the drivers side of the remains of a VW cambroliet. it was blue. i felt numb.
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maybe school will be better this semester...i'm hopeful...ssssscared about geog project...
heres neil.
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