Too Scared To Live.

Don't let the title fool you.  I'm not suicidal.  No, in fact, I've got a lot to be happy about.  I have a family that's been growing closer and closer together since my grandma's passing; I have a job that's going to help me pay for school; I have a boyfriend who respects me and my family; I have friends who I can still talk to...as if we never left the room.  Though I don't deserve it, God has been incredibly good to me.

Unfortunately, I'm quite the selfish individual. I find myself becoming more self-centered with every day.  I hate waking up for work. I hate spending almost all the money I wake up so early to earn.  I hate going outside.  I hate the guy with the eviction notice coming around all the time.  I hate making stupid decisions. I hate the wind.

Lack of sleep and patience has led to eating vast amounts of really unhealthy food. Now I'm a grouchy midget with minimal means of satisfying my cravings.  Crap.