It sucks when no one believe in you...for a moment. And then you realize that you had it in you all along. And everything you do, should be
for you.
...when they said the good die young.
I could care less at this point.
All beautiful lies eventually become ugly truths.
There was my life before, and now there would be my life after, two chapters so dissimilar in style and content that they might have been written by different people.
It's about 2:14 AM at the start of this blog, and I set up my Last.fm account on my XBOX, so I'm playing the Nujabes/KRS-ONE station. A group called
Specifics popped up, and I dig them. Earlier this week I submitted my nursing school applications. I'm
hoping I get [back] in. We'll see. Waiting until the tenth of this month to proceed with pursuing other employment opportunities. This blood bank I frequent has put out an open call for volunteers, and I'm definitely interested. (The target demographic group for this volunteer group is high school students. Awesome.)
Anyways, I don't know what this was supposed to be about. I just thought this blog was lonely.
Labels: crossed fingers
It's a truth I'm trying to write off as a lie.