Hello again, world.

Things are finally moving again in life. I finally feel like I'm learning new things and applying myself again. Which is good, because it keeps me busy and I begin to believe that I'm not such a blight on the universe as I'm contributing to society-and by extension this world, instead of wasting oxygen and natural resources.

There are also things that I had once hoped for which don't seem so positive now.

I think that there is so much suppressed craziness in here that will only affect people who get close, and that is very disheartening. No matter how much I resolve to be better, there are still some things that lie at the very core that may never change. I really wish I could be better, and I must not stop resolving to improve.

However,

P.S. I am a journalist now! Yay! (?)

Because,

I've been so devoid of any form of responsibility that I am extremely afraid of discovering that I have actually no more ability left. This both terrifies and excites me greatly.

Change is good. But also terribly unsettling and frightening.

Hello sunshine.

It feels good to be able to feel like you're doing something well. It's been such a long time since I felt good about my abilities. It's been such a damned long time since I felt like I was good at anything and remembering that feeling is great.

This crazy, crazy week is about to end and after today, it can only get better.

Hello, rockband and the crazy, crazy people from army-the only people whom have seen me really lose it and go nuts due to insanity and/or rage. Hello potential new job which I wasn't really looking for but now really, really, really want since the opportunity has presented itself and is great and would be fantastic because then I have a guaranteed minimum income per month. Please be mine, job. It would be a fantastic birthday present, because I don't/haven't really been asking/expecting any. It would be great and I've been a good boy so please be mine.

The Car.

I like driving in the car. When I'm in the car it is just me and the music. No people or distractions. None of them grabby feely people who always want something. It is good to be alone, with music too loud to be socially acceptable in most places and driving way over the speed limit.

And if I were to crash and burn, that would be such a wonderfully romantic thought.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Spelling errors are the bane of existence. I swear, they annoy me to no end. I swear. One of these days, I'll end up killing people over poor fucking use of language and I will not feel guilty about it.