Sometimes I don't even know why I get up in the morning. I don't even know why I put myself through it. I don't know why I try. I'm so annoyed with the world today, especially my own. My privacy bubble has been broken so many times I shouldn't even call it a bubble anymore - more like a f'in playground. Why is it that I can, or at least I think I can respect someone elses private things and I don't get that in return? Is this my own fault? Was I too lax? Or am I just an f'in welcome mat people wipe their feet on?
I don't want to be in Kalamazoo anymore. I don't want to be a criminal justice major. I don't even like criminal justice. Can I just move? I mean can I just move anywhere in the continental US - find some job - and tend to a little old house on 10 acres with a black hat and a couple of horses? I'm moving to Nebraska.