I’m sitting here at my parents place tearing up hard! Trying to not make a sound. thinking to myself what is life. This can’t be it. It’s the same story everytime. I lose the job i applied for.. eventually lose my apartment cause i dont have rent money. My parents help me get back on my feet. I lose my job and
Lose everything again! It’s a fucking cycle. My car is gone because of a hit and run and I didn’t have insurance at the time.. my good paying job that I was happy at… some random guy I don’t even know wanted to fight me cause he thought I did something to his car.... so I got fired for something that was not my fault. Plus Even when I save money.. it’s gone because of expensese. This can’t be life… find a good paying job just to pay bills. Then I start thinking about the detail in which we probably live for.. like family. Travel and love… those things are awesome! But you need money still… I’m really sad. And I’ve been here a number of times. I would say 3. And I know what I need to do.. but why! That’s insanity to me at this moment. Doing the same thing and expecting different results. I need a big change in life. Or a new area. A new world. I need something new. This can’t be life. I need to stop writing.. I’m just getting too emotional. Have a good one everyone.