a life i was never used to...

i have gathered all my belongings and stacked them up in boxes. i never thought my life, my memories, things i have collected in the span of time ive been here could all fit in a box. it sounds sad to me because i never had to pack. i lived in one house when i was young til i matured into a lady. now i am moving to another house again just right after a year of being here...

i think its just the feeling of stability that im trying to find right now. the feeling i had once when i was in the philippines. having a home... not just a house.

i am all worried about my expenses too because im just waiting for my bill to come from the speeding ticket i got last week and im hoping so bad that its not that big of an amount...

anyways i got a job last week too. its a telemarketing job and i feel like finally i have a job but then i feel like its not what i want to. i cant stop being so conscious about the way i talk for some odd reason i just dont feel comfortable and my pessimistic side is kickin' in again hich is not so good. i dont know what to do about this.

why cant i just read the future...

i take it back...

so i go to another journey... another house...

and become...

a gypsy...