I have been living here for 2 months now. How is life going? Don't know. Some days are up and some days are down. I still do not know what I want to be when I grow up. Some days are trying and then some days are more trying. I can not believe I have gone 513 continuous days without a drink! A miracle! Whoopie. Who really cares. Still trying to find my niche in life. Just don't know what that is. You would think after 62 years (on Oct 9th if I live that long) I would have at least a clue.
Some things are popping up that are starting to annoy me. Just really minor stupid stuff that I should just let go. I try to let go, but it still keeps coming up in my thoughts. Some days I still have thoughts of doing away with myself. They don't involve jumping in front of a subway train. Now they are thoughts of walk into the Everglades with a gallon of vodka and passing out and having an aligator do the job. Or is it crocodiles here i the Everglade swamps? Oh well, who really cares.
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