>_> I look evil and conniving in that picture I took of myself. Still, it's a decent picture. And I likes my shirt.

Life is going seemingly better. One kind and intelligent person told me to remove all the toxicity from my life, and so far, it's worked. And as I've said before, I've been called useless and worthless, but I'd rather be useless and worthless than be heartless and empty. The military is a great place for someone like that. I'll stick to actually being able to get and hold a job, kkthx.

I should finally be getting my license over the next few weeks. Then I'll pick up a car and truly work on getting the fuck outta here. However, I'll have to make sure it's a shoddy enough car that it'll only be capable of taking me to and from work/home. I don't want to get a decent car that can permit me to take a random road trip to go see a friend. P: AS MUCH AS I WANT TO, I don't need to up and leave like that...again...
Not like I even know where any of them live. BAH TO THEM. IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT.

I'm still trying to decide if I should give all of it up or just say, "fuck it" and keep it... Nyahnyah~ I don't know.

*flop*