The Earth According to Mark.

I want to believe I have a healthy obsession with Arizona green tea.

I don't feel like myself anymore. In the sense that, for a while I've never been one to give up. I've pulled all-nighters and I've seen the A's that scream it was worth it. But at the same time, it's made me a cynic. It's really chipped away at my exterior. Granted there's a larger variable in play (euphemistically expressed: abandonment of vices), but lately, I just feel like I need a break. Somewhere to lay my head down and soak in the breeze. Every part of my body hurts; from moving? Perhaps. (Two huge couches in a twenty minute period; plus drawers/cabinets and a host of other shit.) School isn't killing me; I just want a job already - to move forward.

And the other day I realized I'm not a family man. I'm scared to have my own family. I don't want to be a father...

Because I don't want to be disappointed in my children.