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Well by the looks of it I've lost Mom's GPS, and it'll probably cost me anywhere between two to three hundred dollars to replace the fucking thing. I have no idea what could have happened to it. All I know is that I used it last Wednesday, could have sworn that I left it in my car, and suddenly it's gone and nobody knows where it's gone off to. I doubt that I wouldn't know if somebody had stolen it, but truly, I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out that I am just that stupid.



I'm feeling so restless lately. This job makes me feel so... I don't know, frustrated? I've got it in my head that I shouldn't bother working hard until my hard work is recognized, but that simply is not how this occupation works. Liz will not recognize what I do because she doesn't recognize anything. She's always stressed out and lost her in stupid little REO world, where the only things that matter are the money and the deadlines. I goof off constantly, and even though I feel guilty over it, it doesn't stop me from slacking.



How does one motivate himself to strive for better things? For greater purpose and greater wealth? I haven't the faintest idea. I suppose that if I did, I wouldn't be stuck where I am now, and I would most likely have a college degree and be on my way to something relevant. I truly have no career goal in mind anymore; everything that I had in mind seems so beyond my reach. At this point, I simply want a decent job so that I can always live in a good part of town. I hate being around the useless white trash, the foul-mouthed rough necks and all of the ghetto and want-to-be ghetto jerk offs that populate this city. They can all burn in Hell for all I care. That is truly the only aspiration that I have: to live my life as far away from people like that as possible. Does that make me a bad person? I don't care, really. To put it simply: Fuck those people.



At one point I had thought that being a good person was enough, and that if I lived my life trying to be good, things would eventually work out. I suppose that is truly a cinematic lense to view the world through, isn't it? I don't really care so much about being such a great guy anymore, because it's abundantly clear that the kind of morals you have has absolutely no bearing on what the world shall deal you. So here I am, and there I go. Same as it ever was.



I'm tired.