fuck. for real. i'm finally realizing the meaning of 'you reap what you sew.' all is well when you're 17-18 years old, but damn could i have been any dumber? shit wasn't even that fun, and here i am stressed to no end reaping the repercussions of my adolescent actions. fuck it, you grow older, you grow wiser. i've learned and am still learning, and i'll sort and sift through the shit and dirt and find my way again. responsibility is a luxury certain people get to experience, i as a matter of fact, am not one of those people. i take everything that's good around me, and manipulate it, twist it, and drill it so far into the ground you can't even make it out anymore.

fuck it, i'm not going to stress it. i know what i'm supposed to do, and i'm going to do it. believe it or not, considering most of you disregard whatever i say i'm going to do with my life anyway, i'm going to be taking online classes that educate me on teaching english as a foreign language in other countries. in 2009 if all goes well with this, i'm going to either be in hong kong or shanghai.

22 and single as fuck. been that way for yearsssss.

today is absolutely beautiful.
i slept twelve hours last night after not sleeping for two straight days.
i feel like a million bucks, nothing can bring my smiles down today.
if you find me, lets go for a walk or something, this is great.