ben

You know, I really hate this time of year. Not specifically Valentine's Day, but just the whole first few months. It never fails to depress me, especially when I think of where I am at, and where I really should be. I've managed to fuck my life up fairly well, and what I didn't fuck up my own health did. Now I'm basically stuck in a holding pattern, miserable where I'm at, but not being able to get out if I want to keep being able to have health insurance. Without it, I"m utterly fucked...and there's little chance I could afford to pay the premiums that fly up when they see "Congestive Heart Failure" in my medical history. If I can get my student loans settled, the maybe, just fucking maybe I'll get a chance to finish college and pull my life out of the sinkhole it currently is in. I'd start a full fledged rant, but I can't muster the urge.

Oh well...I'm off to wash down drugs with alcohol and sink blissfully into sleep. I'm sure I'll be back to ignoring my life soon.