It reminds me of what an astounding failure I am sometimes.
I'm back home, I don't know what I'm meant to be doing, aside from finding Jobs.
I feel horrible with myself, just so useless and non-applicable to life, I cut my hair, not because I wanted to, or was even ready to (with my self) but because I need a job and an income.
Oh, and I feel stupid about somebody special, but he leaves tomorrow I think, and I felt so hideous with myself I couldn't even consider going to his going-away party.
I think it's laughable that some people have this impression that I'm assertive and can take life by the horns, because when I look at my life, myself in a mirror, that's the last I see.
