I'm kinda sick.

Though I am constantly writing about my past and even though i am confident that will be the source of my income someday, I need to vent about present day occurrences, always. It will be beneficial later on.

My life is still crazy as shit. It's not predictable, it's not dull, and it's certainly not normal. My days are colorful. My time here on Earth is a god damn blast, a day to day adventure, a fucking roller coaster.

I don't need to write about the disaster named Paul. It's in my brain to stay, unfortunately. No need for documentation. But luckily I can barry it and not allow it to harm me at all. Just like all the other trama my life has fostered. So the only pain that's left is the dent in the middle of my forehead that his strength and that door caused. That poor door. It didn't want to be his weapon.
He's lucky I choose to go with the law. I could of had him killed.

Anyway, I've been so fucking happy. January turned out to be awesome! I paid off all my debt and bought a car, which put me in debt all over again but it's manageable and besides, I really fucking needed a car.

This entry is boring. I want to write about a boy I met a week or so ago, but I feel like it's too soon and I feel like he'll read it and I'll be embarrassed.

He's awesome and I hope he sticks around, honestly.