I DON'T THINK THERE'S A TITLE.

I feel like there's nothing else in the world to do, but blog.

I been thinking heavy about massive amounts of shit lately.

I really need a job. I have FOUR dollars to my name.

I paid all my shit for the month, but...

What about next month? What if something comes up? My mom is struggling. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

I start school in August. I'm most likely not gonna want to work then because I'll be busy & prolly get some financial aid.

So, why am I even looking for a job? I aint havin good luck with it at all. What's gonna happen if I finally get one & then school starts? I dunno anymore.

Anyways, I cleaned my fucking ass off today. Like under everything. It was...unnecessary. Lol.

AND, I started talking to a kick ass dude, who should have been friends with me a long time ago. Mr Heartbreak is a cool ass person.

And Daniel is too high...chatting with me on AIM. He's dumb cool, though. We've been talking everyday for like a fucking month! Wowzers.

This post..is just plain throw up through my fingers. Sorry.