That's the way every day goes.
These days Im just looking for the next out.
Full time job.
Full time salary.
Full time mission prep.
Part time Depression.
Part time Mania.
I thought my friends would stay in our safe little valley forever.
Now everybody is gone.
Not like "oh we're graduated now" gone.
Like, "who do I talk to" gone.
Who do I talk to?
gone.
How am I supposed to suit up for a mission?
Last sunday was almost my last....
It should have been my last
I'm in trouble...
I just want to talk to somebody I can trust....
Everybody I could trust is gone..........................................
I don't cry.
Damn it....
This is so pathetic....
All my past blog posts make me sick.
My reflection makes me sick.
My past makes me sick.
My present makes me sick.
My future makes me sick.
The infections in both my legs my parents have no clue about are making me sick.
It's my fault and its making me sick.
Physically sick.
Last sunday was my fault.
Im sick.
I'm getting sicker every day.
I'm in trouble like i've never been in before.
I'm in trouble.
