getthejoj
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..is the passage of time. I don't mean to sound like a pseudo intellectual or anything, but time scares me more than anything. Here it is nearly 1/4th of the way through the year that just recently was "new" and I'm still working this crummy job which might not exist come summertime. I'll be 21 in June, and still live with my Mom, with no friends outside of work, no education past High School, and, to top it off, I'm still a virgin. You may be asking why I don't just get off my duff and change my life. I want to very badly, but the part of my mind that shies away from everything is the dominant part of my mind, always has. And I forgot to mention, every year that comes will seem quicker than the last one. What a joke!
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