Whenever I receive a paycheck, it gives me this uplifting joy, and it honestly is the one thing that is giving me great happiness in my life. It's a mediocre high school job, and the pay in minimum wage, but I could care less. It goes to a couple of new college textbooks if I'm in for a splurge, or possibly a month's worth of rent in an apartment somewhere in my near future. So, I guess it's a dim light in the dark, hazy existence I call life.
I am always in some sort of unusual trouble when it comes to my emotions. That, and the actions of others that inevitably affect my well-being. The past few days I have been completely off the loop. On a regular Friday evening, I spent time with my family and did more than half of my pending homework. I haven't done that in months, for "procrastination is key" has been my motto for about three years in the making. I just am incredibly confused, and I am not sure if I can call it hurt, yet it's possible.
Disclaimer to any who read the following: it will baffle you if you are not familiar with my life, so therefore, most of you. If you are, well, this is my way of coping. Basically, another way to answer that constant question: what (or who) do I live for?
