I've had it. That moment of realization that people talk about when they realize what they want to do with their life. That moment when they want to commit themselves to an idea, to a career. When they know what they want beyond a shadow of a doubt, it's mine. I've talked about wanting to be a cop before. But before, it was just one choice out of like any other. But now I realize that I don't want anything more in my entire life. No girl, no material object, no relationship, there is nothing I want more than this. And I'm going to go for it with everything I've got.
Fuck this depression stuff. There comes a point when you have to start fighting back or let yourself be swallowed up. I'm making decisions now. No car? I'm buying a bike. I could use the exercise. No job? Look harder. It'll come. move out by the end of the month? Mom's house, her living room floor with that bike I mentioned.
Remy
Holy monkey christ! Eva is ridiculously hot!!
Fuck this depression stuff. There comes a point when you have to start fighting back or let yourself be swallowed up. I'm making decisions now. No car? I'm buying a bike. I could use the exercise. No job? Look harder. It'll come. move out by the end of the month? Mom's house, her living room floor with that bike I mentioned.
Remy
Holy monkey christ! Eva is ridiculously hot!!
As for your last comment on my journal, thank you.
I'm sorry to hear about your father, but it will all work out how it is meant to.
That's fabulous