I have decided that life in general is like a wave. High points and low points, both interchanging within seconds of the last peak or dip. Sort of the undulating roller coaster that sweeps us out in the ocean and drags us under in high tide.



So much for deep metaphors.



But anyways, I can't keep up with myself lately. One day it seems that everything is fine, but then the next day everything goes the complete other direction. (Hence the whole wave analogy) I am sick of drowning in this mess of a life I have. It's really hard to keep putting on the happy face and act like I can handle everything. Because I can't, and I'm sick of pretending. So, I'm just not going to anymore.



I have been trying to figure out what exactly I could get rid of, in order to relieve myself a bit. I mean, Between school, work, friends, family ect. ect. ect....I have virtually no time for myself. So I had to figure out something superfulous to clear out. My choice...work.



The only reason I work anymore is so that I can raise money for a car. I don't even like my job-it's not worth the energy and stress if I could have some assemblance of a life without it. I have my entire life to work, might as well stop now while I still have the option. So, for the time being, I am going to put the car on hold. I'll survive without it and I can resign myself to bus servitude for a little while longer.

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