I can't write. My soul wishes to say something, but when I try, it get's stifled. I'm trying, really. just... give me time.

I know this for sure... I want to do something with my life... and make this year something more than it's been so far. All I do is work for nothing more than the desire to keep my dad off my back. Not a very good motive. I want to move. Shake things up... but my dream seems further now more than ever. Ugh. I need a glass of wine... or something.