I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I refuse to let this become a blog consisting of my whining. That's what livejournal was for, and I've gotten to really hate airing out my dirty laundry on the internet. It usually has some pretty bad repercussions. In fact, that's kind of why I'm here today; not in a terribly great position financially, my personal possessions being held for ransom, and back somewhere that's more familiar. It's a hard adjustment. A lot of tears, anger, emotions... and self-realization. Though, this was a long time coming, and I can't place blame over anything that may have acted as an outside catalyst.

Whatever 'personal' blog entries I do write in this thing are epiphanies - revelations, if you will. They're moments of clarity being expressed in writing, and my patterns of self-sabotage, anger and regression have not worked out for me. It hit me the other day that I'm 23 and one half years, and I should be a lot farther than I am. I also know that it's not too late to change anything and turn your life around, and really, I could be doing a lot worse.

So, 2008 needs to end, like seriously. Next year is the last year in a pretty shitty decade, but I can always make the 2000s right, even if it's almost over if you really think about it. And why not make the remaining 18 days of the year good?