Sadness is self-induced.

And I'm not sad about living in the asshole of Texas. Just anxious to leave.

I've never stayed in one area so long. A whopping four and a half years. Approx 2400 days. I don't even want to calculate the hours and minutes. My stir-craziness + the shittiness of this place = I don't even know anymore. I don't know whether to say I've adjusted or just grown apathetic. Regardless, I'm just trying to focus on the tiny support system I have. The few friends I have left and optimistic visions of the future should get me through.

It seems every other blog is themed, "GET ME OUT OF HERE." But please don't misconstrue that as sadness or anger, just anxiety. Things could be worse. Could be better -- but could be worse. At this point, leaving takes up the majority of my spare time thinking, blogging takes my mind off it for a while.


I always thought Swedish Fish + Arizona Green Tea = love and happiness.

I was never good at math.

Turns out,
Swedish Fish + Arizona Green Tea = indigestion and regret,

while
Hamburger Helper + trick Ozarka + the Boomerang channel = tranquility and happiness. (Who needs love? Love sucks.)




*trick Ozarka = Ozarka bottles filled with tap water.