I feel like I'm going to loose it, and just start crying and fall apart. Damn person!! Why do I have to care so much about you?! !#@$!%#$^!#@ ahhhh!! Sorry, I just needed to write about this stupid shit. Sorry.

I was working on a art piece for my friend (I was drawing her for her birthday) and it was looking really good. I mean, really good. And I don't say that often about my work. Anyway, I came home from work and I saw that all my art stuff was scattered all over my table. So I go over to clean it up, and realized that my drawing wasn't where I left it. So then I started to look for it, and I found it...with a whole bunch of pencil marks on it. It was awesome, my nephew drew all over it. Isn't that just great? So now I'm going to have to redraw it.

If you feel like you have nothing to live for. Live to make other people's lives happier.

I've been thinking lately on what I want in my life, and what I live for. To be honest...I don't think I know. But then again, I think I do. Right now, all I can do is live life. It's hard, but I'm going to do it. There are some days when I just want to close the book on my life and never open it. (That doesn't mean I want to die...) I'm hoping things will change...but they won't change if I don't do anything about it.

If you read this, feel free to answer this question.
Have you ever felt like you never want to go home, that you would go anywhere else but there? Not that you hate your house or the people in it, just that there's something about it that makes you sad, angry, lonely, etc. If this makes any sense please leave your thoughts.

Is it your happiness...or the happiness that someone has decided is best for you?

Okay. So I died my hair just a few days ago, and I'm happy with it. I died it a darker brown, so it's not that big of a wow. I took a before picture and an after picture. So I'll up load them and you guys can see the difference. That's all I really have to say in this journal, so thanks for reading my boring journal about may hair.