I’ve neglected reading other blogs and commenting lately. I’m sorry. Surprisingly, I don’t have much to say. Stress has taken over-even though I now have a job-it’s going to be 3 weeks before I’m paid. Each day I find myself missing the things I was once able to do/buy-some may say material things don’t matter, however, considering it’s been 2 years since I have actually bought myself something-it becomes depressing. I don’t need anything. The only item I really, really want are tickets to the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill concert-and there is no way in hell that’s going to happen. Unless someone writes their management and begs them to give me tickets. Not that someone will. Stuff like that doesn’t happen to people like me. My mom and I were talking yesterday about selling this house. I told her I had a feeling I would be here for the rest of my life-she asked why. I said, “Because my life isn’t turning out the way I had imagined it would.” Am I whining? Yes and no. Two years ago I could afford to do what I wanted when I wanted. I could afford to pay my mom’s bills and my own. I could get out in the world without having to worry about paying for gas. Now, I sit. I surf. Day in and day out. Sometimes I wish others could take a peek inside my mind and see that I’m a good person, who, for reasons beyond my control, has one hell of a rough time and has had one hell of a rough ride. Waves magic wand for something good to happen