Ending up back here isn’t how I planned it. Never wanted it to be this way but it is. I’ll do my best to keep moving along. What else is there to do? Maybe my concept of “having to do something” needs a bit work but I don’t know any other way. Tomorrow will be the same old bullshit. My whole existence has become a waiting game. Waiting for jobs; waiting for school; waiting for women. I’m tired of this waiting game.
Back to where I started, again; like all the other times.