…that I’m having trouble getting out of today. I don’t think it’s wise for me to write when I’m like this. Hopeless and drained from not being able to see beyond a whirlwind in my head. I think too much. I worry about the world and then I worry about myself. I feel responsible for not doing anything about what I see in the news. I feel more responsible for not doing anything about me. Some financial independence would be nice but at least I have a roof over my head.
I keep thinking about how badly I want to work for others and still have some for myself. I don’t have a clear idea what I’d do but I have a few. It’s all I really talk about in my brain.
Forget this. I have to start somewhere. 25 isn’t to old to not know, right?
Does anybody want to go to Vancouver with me? I hate hate spending so much time on the Internet chasing my tail.