Counting the days...

God, starting this thing was hard. Getting this computer was hard. Well, sort of.

I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm probably not going to last very long out here, but if I don't do somethin about what I'm thinkin I'm just gonna lose it. I've made mistakes before but this is just topping the cake. So I'll write and write and get it all out of my head. Hopefully it'll calm me down and I can concentrate and relax.

I'm scraped up. I'm not alone though, so that's good. I'm already trying to find work and I'm not sure if that's the smart thing to do, but I need money and food. I need a place to sleep at night. I'm keeping my head low for the time being, but knowing me, it won't last too long. I'm never too far away from ... well anything that's bad for me.