Fuck.

For the first time in my life, everything makes too much sense. I can't be who I want to be anymore. Everything is all fine, actually, way better than fine; partying, not worrying about how the world looks at you. But unfortunately, they world has all the money, and all I have are a couple of quarters and a broken car and broken dreams and a broken heart.
So I have decided that I am going to join them. I have decided that I'm going to grow up.
God, I hate to say it, but my uncle was right: "You can't be broke and happy--not in this time period, not in this country."

It's time for another epiphany. It's time to make some major change.

My dreams are going to have to hold on for a little bit, because the real world isn't waiting on them to come true. The real world sure isn't wating for me, either. I'm actually running trying to catch up with it, like I missed a train or something. I want to stop running after it.
I want to be on that train.