What is the point sometimes! i have been movin every 6 to 8 months now, for the past 3 years. i meet new people jus friends and some people it felt like a little more. i work my ass off all the time and i am never able to get ahead ever. Now i am heading out west. Suposivily it is supposed to make things better but at the same time i know it is goin to come to me and my brother mike fightin to survive.
i am a open person i am will in to try new things to make life a little better. but i am exhausted i want to settle down stay somewhere and be happy. will it come i dont know. i hope it dose and fast before i give up for the last time. ( iam venting this is not a suicide note)