The Ripped Soul

Hurray for embezzlers...

Just found out the people that were supposed to give the money to my godmother embezzled it. All 60 thousand of it.

Genius. Guess it's like the saying goes "so now what?"

I don't know.

Work? Maybe. Probably.

I don't feel like it though. And I know it's not fair right? "don't feel like it..."

Hell, I'm sure half the damn world out there don't feel like working, yet they go to it every damn day.

Talked to Lyn today, or tried, rather.

Couldn't help but feel like we're all drifting apart. Made me sad, a little. But somewhere inside I knew this day would come anyway.

Next time, for the love of God, please.. if you don't wanna go somewhere, say you don't wanna go of your own accord. Don't be all "if A isn't going, I'm not going."

Pressure's a bitch.