it seems really strange

but really i just can't complain about anything personal.

but i will say, that without a doubt, i hate people much much much more having worked in retail as long as i have now. they're all greedy, needy, ungrateful, selfish, disgusting, disrespectful, lazy piece's of shit.

the worst part is that "people" are ok with it.

bring on the end of the world.

Downtown living.

the best part about living on 4th ave is the guy who was just yelling out nonsense in a high pitched squeal outside my windows in a drunken freakout. Ahh Tucson. is there anyother place like it?

Give me the cities. Give me smog.

if i could only express myself this well and this confident.

True Life:

i need to become an interesting person.

everything could be better. everything could be worse. but i'll always feel like one of the roaches and rats.

i think its time for my old friends Seclusion and Depression to pay me a visit. next week i'll be 23, with nothing to show for it. i'll probably die without anyone knowing i ever existed, which kinda sucks to think about. that i'll probably do nothing important for anyone or anything. and when the time really comes, there'll probably be no one at my funeral besides the undertaker. i'll never live my life to its fullest potential.

i thought of this poem on the drive home, from phoenix

these long drives alone really give you time to think. more useful processed thoughts on the open road than just, sitting at home. i'm able to think where my life is heading more. all my options come into focus in a two hour car ride. to go to school, where my love life could go, where my job can go, or even if i should stay with my job. even where my living situation could end up. too bad all of my thoughts just cant happen. it would be nicer, to have everything done in two hours, over thought of in two hours. i never feel more alone, than driving 2 hours on the open road.