My life is nothing less then dramatic. I am in transit - all of the time. I am away from florida now - although my car and some belongings are there waiting for me to rescue as soon as I get enough time. I am on my way to Seattle soon - in a day to see my mom for a week and a half, then its all really up to me where I go from there. I am laying in San Diego down town condo staring into the buildings that are simply beautiful, but I am finding it hard to find any beauty when I have never felt so alone in this world than I do now. Being on the go is a good thing, sometimes. - But I feel as if I ran, in extreme motions with new jobs and such. I ran after a boy punched me and I lost all real safety in my city and safety in myself as too what emotional damage he did to me.
I do not want to live in Florida - it is a very unhealthy place for me to be, not only do I despise the south, but I can do my job from anywhere else and not be under some ones rules that involve me getting yelled at for a 9 pm curfew at almost 21.
Seattle is not my home now, my family has scattered and it will always rain.
My job - jobs, pay well, and I can do them from any state, so here i go and be an adult and find where I should be to be happy ... perhaps alone, but what this be considered ?...
I fly to foreign states on my own, fight battles on my own.. I am a loner
But I do a damn good job
Love you bloggers if anyone reads this
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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okay thats fine too
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