Kira-Aso

GAH. I must be losing my mind. All this fucking stress. Gotta move again, gotta finish costumes, almost every fucking newbie getting laid off, gotta REMEMBER dance moves, gotta do a SOLO... and then... it SNOWS. ALOT. WTF is up with that. I want to work at GameStop really bad. I also realllllllllllly want to go get that damn degree to go teach in fucking Japan. Seriously. Stressed. Out. I want money. I want to go go go. ALSO, I want to go to Sakura Con! I'm planning for that. [: Ugh, work tomorrow. Later.

Strange. Sometimes I hate the things I am becoming. The person I am. The person I was. And... quite possibly... the person I will be. I can love. I really can. I can love too much. Too hard... and too fast. Will you ever see such a strange mixture become one? I could never think that on you. I have always watched you. I've watched you grow, my dear. I've hugged you. I've talked with you. You've been there for me... when I've needed you. I've always cared for you. I held on to you while you cried. Strange.  So strange what we become. I watched you dissapear into love. I watched you move. I've missed you. I'm so glad you're back. Maybe n

Light fades. Sometimes I really wonder... why does the Human Race continue to let me down. I realize... that it's not here for me; it's here for everyone to spend time on and to live through something that only they can help make the best of. Longing for knowledge. Why are you so fickle? My patience wore so thin a long time ago. It's hard to trust you. It's hard to trust anyone. I turn to myself and am clouded by insecurities. Destined. God help this World of pain. Heartache.