Bored, teeth hurt and I’m alone… you think I would be use to it, but I’m not. I rush home from work and there’s no one to greet me. Everyone is too busy and so I’m the odd man out… again. Sometimes I wonder why I do any of this, work my ass off, save my money, try get my shit together and be a good man. Long term goals don’t come fast enough is what I say. I guess it takes a nigga to almost die to see how much he’s worth. So here I sit brokenhearted, all alone and all forgotten.

Melodramatic, is it not? Anyway… just finish playing Final Fantasy XI and I’m starting to get the had of it. I guess it counts as a hobby since Tracy out with family and friends, so I come home and wait to see if I got an apartment or not. So my days are full of fun, 10 hours or work followed by 4 hours of bullshit followed by 5 1/2 hours of sleep and the process starts all over again. The fun never stops for me. Well I got 3 hours of bullshit left, to spend by myself… the melodrama doesn’t stop either.