Some days I feel as if I accomplished climbing a mountain while there are others where I feel as if I sank to the bottomless ocean. There are days I feel inspired to make the most out of life while others I question what is the purpose of life. I'm currently dealing with those days where I have nothing planned for my life and I don't know how it's going to turn out for me in the future, but I still have a bit of hope for myself.
At my new job I work with mainly single mothers or people who have been deprived from the kindness of the heart. I give people the benefit of the doubt that they are genuine people with my respect, but first impressions do change my views otherwise. As I spend majority of my days working and loathing the long hours, I do enjoy interacting with my co workers because they show me that they still manage to go through their hard days. My co workers tell me they wished their children were like me, but I wish my parents had the same appreciation as them. I give people the respect that I can give them, and some have never seen that kind of respect before from others which I feel sorry for because they deserve so much more that I can give them. They are my motivation of working harder.
Less than a week left until school starts, but I can hardly call it school at the moment being registered for only one class and all. Two weeks from now will be my Hell Week. It will consist of waking up at 4AM everyday to go petition for all my classes. Wish me luck kids!
I have some photos from the summer in storage but my ass is too busy and lazy to do any uploading. I always wonder who the hell cares what I post and don't post or what I vent and gloat, but oddly enough, there are some of those who personally request them which I find flattering. Thanks lovebugs!
XOXO
