No stone left unturned...

At least I feel like that. There's nowhere left to fall because I've already hit the bottom. There's no hope because each time I try to be positive about life, it bites me in the ass.

How come I can't seem to get things working properly. How come things go wrong? I used to think about this a lot and I remembered that saying that if something can wrong, it probably will. I suppose it's because the so-called "right" outcome is just one of many so it's like trying to hit a bull's eye. You're a lot more likely to hit the outlying areas as opposed to the center. Does any of this make sense? Probably not. But that's okay, because it makes me feel better just writing about it. Maybe it's not the greatest outlook on things, but I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be. I'll try to be fair about it all though. That's one thing you can count on me for.

I look around and I see the daunting task of moving within the next week and a half. I don't know if I will like my new apartment yet and there are still some things I have to square away. It's going to be an uphill battle.

It would be nice to hear from her. That might just make my day. Shit, that'd make my month. I give it until Saturday. If I don't hear from her before then, I think I'll start to lose all hope. I probably should just resign myself to the idea of being alone. It's not so bad, after all, and there's nobody to let you down. Getting drunk by yourself, though, isn't something I'd recommend while you're all alone. It tends to be depressing, like last night. I've already said too much.

Those empty boxes are calling my name. All I want is for them to be filled already. And for her to call. Then maybe I could muster up a sincere smile.

Picture - Kid Rock