Anyways, enough about work, lets talk about me. I am sad, depressed, lonely. Every day when I get in the car and drive all my mind does is think, stuff like where I should be in life, etc. I should atleast have my bachelor's right now, making more money than I do. But I can't be too harsh on myself, things don't always go as planned. YOu know what they say, "You are your worst critic".
I watched Shutter Island tonight, it wasn't too bad. It definitely wasn't Scorsese's best, but it'll do for now. The film brought up alot of thoughts I have had regarding mental illness, medication, an so forth. The idea that I've had in my head for awhile. Hallucinations can be so real, how do I know that me writing this blog isn't a hallucination and in reality I am locked up in a cell? Maybe we're all crazzyy. I dont know maybe I am crazy. I just hope I don't wake up one morning in some strange place with blood all over my hands, that would definitely suck!
