i guess..
things happen for a reason. some good some bad. in my case its depressing. i guess karma really is a bitz. bad karma that is.
so i’ve been out here for exactly 2 months and 7 days and i had come to realization that when i lived in las vegas, i was actually somebody. i never noticed it but its true. people came to me for advice which i never ever knew i could give. really good advice i have to admit. i was a progressing dancer and still going on. a cook which people enjoyed because they would ask for me to cook for them and which i try to pursue as a career. maybe. if i have the patience :D. i had a decent job. decent but not good enough to pay for my bills. most of all i had the most amazing friends. only a hand full i trust.
living here in silverdale, wa made me come to the conclusion of my true purpose of coming here in the first place. this quiet, relaxing, *ahem boring place helped me notice that i take advantage of my surroundings. this move is suppose to help me become a better person than i was in the past. moreover grow out of my old habits of sleeping in, drinking tooooo much, smoking a lot, rudely fight with someone without reason, and most of all respect myself. out with the old and in with the new. brand new.
gosh joey is right. letting everything out feels sooo good
