I'm seriously at a point in my life where I really don't care anymore. All that is around me seems to not matter (as if it ever did). Being stuck back at home isn't all that bad, but its not what I want and I tire of dealing with the endless strean of bullshit. I suppose maybe I'm being a little absurd when I have a roof over my head and not many worries, but for once I'd just like to have a place I could call my own without having to constantly worry about things. On a better note, I managed to date the girl I've been wanting to date for like two years now, but sadly, as all things go with me, it did not work out. After a month it was over (mutually). We were just too good of friends. Also, speaking of good things, I am not doing any drugs what-so-ever...I drink on occasion, but nothing heavy. I also quit smoking; that is, unless I'm stressed...lol. I'll be posting more poetry soon.