so it was then that everything was going well...

when everything fell apart. just surmise the worst that could happen right now and assume it did.

i'll be looking for a place to live come april. it'll need to accept wic, be marta accesible and preferrably be surrounded by razor wire. that's about where people in my situation end up.

but, instead of being negative - this is my year, i've claimed - i will declare myself rock-bottom and begin crawling up. i'm not sure how i'm going to do it yet i always do. for one thing, i'll look to friends but i'll depend only on myself. i'm the only person who hasn't failed me.

just a note... if you don't want to see something written in my journal, don't be my friend. i do have the decency to edit certain things. however, i'm not in the business to censor my life. until recently, my journal was titled, in my own words, the real me. it's time i hold true to that. perhaps then these cloaks of fakeness and pretentiousness and those around me who wear the same will fall away or at least improve their worth.

i'm really on a soapbox and perhaps i shouldn't be. but i am damnit. get over it.