Today I went to H.G. Hills to turn in my application. Despite the fact that it was sunny, it was still cold for me, so I went home.

I'm not expecting to get a job. At least not from there. I don't know, it's really hard to keep hope alive now.

As if that wasn't hard enough, my dad asked me about college. I told him that I'd like to, but quite frankly, I don't see it happening any time soon. He suggested night classes since I'm not really up during the day. Question: How much and who is going pay it? My folks? I don't know. For some stupid reason, I really don't want them doing things for me anymore like this. I mean, if I can't do it by myself, then what good am I?

Why do I always take that rough dark road at the crossroads?