Well, here we go.

"What the fuck am I doing?" This question is in my head too often. I think about it when I'm eating breakfast, when I'm standing at my job instead of going to school, even getting drunk. Is it that I am not satisfied with where I am in my life? I had so many plans. I was going to do so many great things. But somewhere along the line all of that changed. People you meet, situations you get into, false happiness. So many things are distractions. I avoid getting into a spot that makes me feel bad. I've done it since I was a kid. When i was about 7, i was playing baseball with my neighbor when i smacked him in the head with the bat and he fell over. I just said oh sorry and ran down the street to my grandma's. I don't know why I run. I've ran away from things for too long. I need a change. Eh. I'll figure it out. decide what the fuck I'm going to do. Make myself happy. I don't even know why the hell I'm writing this terrible blog. More to come. Hopefully every day. and hopefully much better than today's.