indielife82

Today was another day of nothing. I am living this weird lifestyle. I have never really struggled with money, I have always been lucky. My dad, who was my best friend, died when I was 17 and my mom is mentally ill. My sister and I moved in with my grandmother who spoiled the hell out of us, but she (my favorite person in the world) past away a year and a half later due to cancer. My sister and I have been living on our own financially for the past two years with some help from inheritence. I AM SO BROKE though.

As I sit in my room I am surrounded by materialistic things, My iMac, turntables, enough music to fill a small record store, books, dvds, the most comfortable queen size bed, ect. I have everything and yet am so misrable right now.

I think I have been staying away from getting a job so that I can struggle for a little bit, because although I have only been eating one meal a day and spending most hours of the day at parks playing basketball while taking in the nature and sounds of the city that surrounds me, I am happy with this simple life.

I need to start writting again, and I think the only thing that will snap me out of this, depression, is finding a special someone once again, because although love has only hurt me, then again I am never happier when with someone I love.

Wow, I think I just went overboard with the journal entry, but it feels good.

Goodnight.