On.. & On.. On the Beat goes..

 I am really outta breath this evening. I have a blog I write inside, I want to welcome you all to it. 

http://supreme-ronmexico.blogspot.com

thats where I write other matters of life. But back to this right here, I don’t know what to even say this evening. Like I said, I feel weak and outta breath after the long post I have ever written. 3400 words. About everything. But um, I am in a rather peculiar place where I can barely focus mentally. And you would think in these times you would get some support, understanding, and little more peace.. at least from someone special.

::shakes head:: 

not exactly. me and miss savannah got into a silly argument last night. details are not even necessary because its so petty and juvenile. i just want peace. and my brain stings from stress. even with all her shit, i miss the hell outta her. funny, this is not even the direction i thought this entry would go into. i am stressing from trying to find a new job, my money, my living situation in the coming months, school, my career that i am striving for.. too much. i sat at home mostly today. thinking. lost. praying. awaiting some miracle or answer. nada. it is times like this that i swear miss savannah or no one else really cares about me. because i am alone. in this apartment alone. no one to talk to. completely separated from the world. people. i think GOD is breaking me down as far as someone like me can go, and i am sinking. why me? dang, this is not the voice of this diary, but i gotta be true to my heart, which currently are these issues. 

::sighs hard::

suddenly as a grown ass man… i am afraid to be home alone. save me LORD. i miss miss savannah. i just wanna get a new job so i can make more. be comfortable. happy. and able to afford my life and all in it.