I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad

I will never see this view again…unless I chose to. It gave me grief and it also got me my new job.

Things just fall into place sometimes.

Who fucking knows and guessing is pointless.

It’s 3:30am here and no one is up to talk to and I’m so fucking excited I just can’t stand it.

I fucking did it.

I was two months away from folding my cards and moving back to Texas.

To me that is failure. Tail between my legs, head bowed…broken.

For some reason I had to prove…something.

I still have no idea what that is but I think I’m getting closer to finding out.