acetracer

My life a couple years ago:
I didn't have any friends, and had never been in a relationship.

I didn't have a job, it was right after the dot com implosion and work was hard to find. I had to live with my father, who doesn't very much like me, or anyone really, and wasn't exactly a pleasure to be around.

I also didn't have a car, since I was hit by a drunk driver and it was totaled, and the money received wasn't enough to buy a new one. My early 20s can best be described as me drifting through life trying to figure out what the fuck I was doing, and how I was going to get back on track.

My life today:
The friends I now have are invariably awesome. The people I've met on here are like none I've met anywhere, and I'm thankful to be able to talk and play with them, even if I've neglected them as of late.

I have my own apartment which is nice and cozy, and a decent car. I have a job I enjoy, doing what I love, making a decent amount of money, and have a lot of freedom in. I like where I work, I get along ok with the people I work with, I feel like I'm important and needed, and to top it all off I just got a raise.

I found a girl that likes me, and I like back. One that I can be myself around without feeling weird or uncomfortable, that likes me for who I am, not who I should be, and only wants to make me happy. I feel like I know her like I know myself, and anything I think other people might find silly or ridiculous she just understands completely. Plus, she has this uncanny ability to always look beautiful, no matter what the circumstance. Don't believe me? Check this out.



Now if that doesn't make you melt, check your pulse, I think you might be dead.

For years, even as of a couple months ago, I felt I was going ass backwards through life, with no direction, no idea what I was doing, and just fucking things up as I went along. For the first time in my life, everything seems right. I'm focused, I know what I want, I know what I want to be doing, and I know what I have to do to get there. I have people that love me, and just everything is good.

So why can't I just let myself be happy? I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't have any license to complain anymore, yet I think I still am. I'm wondering how long everything will stay awesome, how long until everything blows apart. I think I just need to curl up in bed with someone, and forget about life for a while. That's when I'm at my happiest.