Inside The Mind Of A Writer

Readers, Hey everyone. I hope all is going great with you. Right now its 4:47 and its the 25 of June. I have till part of August to knock out my calculus (via Khan Academy). Reality is I am close but not close enough. As I am nearing these more difficult concepts I feel like I am slamming my head against a fucking brick wall...its like fucking hell I have taken this class more than six times this should be easy as hell! But here I am flailing around in the dark...right now I don't know if I can do this...hell if I can't do this...that's it all these years at Boise State are literally for goddamned nothing. Right now I feel like the worlds biggest failure. Trying to use this to hopefully just clear my head and feel better but its not really working though...just getting more fired up! Right now I just want to capitalize the word FUCK (over and over again) till this screen is filled with them and nothing else fits. Right now I want to get into a car and get the hell out of

Readers, Hey everyone I hope all is going great with you. Last night, I was cuddled up with my girlfriend Ruth and we're almost off to dreamland. When it surfaced. I'd personally dealt with it, or at least I thought I had. Hell I went through it and put away inside a box. My brother mike was home what else was there for me to worry about. I hope to hell he is going to get better. Because there is apart of me that wishes I could go back to a few days ago. My brother Mike and I took an trip to Mcall this past weekend and we're supposed to go get some work done on the cabin. The stairs are starting to fall apart so my brothers went up previously and took them apart. Hell we listened to some older The Offspring and even stopped for some pizza at the toll station pizza place and everything was going great! That's the thing, reality is an fucking bitch, reality is chaos is just around the corner. This chaos came in my brother trying to move the trailer filled with lumber an

Readers, Hey everyone I hope all is going great with you. I was looking at the calender this morning and it hit me. Tomorrow Ruth and I will be together exactly three months. In the past, I've been told there is that honeymoon period in which you will feel like a little kid, the butterflies and everything and than it will gradually just stop. But of course that never meant you didn't still love the person. But with her, I still get literal butterflies and day in and day out she makes me feel like a little kid. I know counting three months as a landmark sounds well insane, but with us its different she truly is incredibly loving and incredibly supportive. We have so much in common and what we may or my not have in common we still get behind one another in that shared passion or love for something. Yes, here I go gushing again. But I ask myself constantly how did I get so lucky? She responds with, "Because you were yourself". I was myself because she was herself and I