Do you ever feel like you just want to tell someone something? Anything? Whatever is on your mind?

I feel like that a lot.

I'll often start blog posts with my something random on my mind that I wish I could just text someone about or something, but I end up deleting it or never publishing it because I convince myself that it's probably pointless.

I guess that's the downside of being single. It's lonely.

People will tell me a lot of times that they're there for me, and I mean, duh. I believe them...but being in a relationship is different in a sense that you can just tell the other person the most random shit in your head, and they'll at least give you a "haha", or they'll say, "What the fuck was the point of you telling me that?" and you'll still think they're cute for saying that.

Stupid shit like that...

Don't get me wrong, though. I am totally fine with being single and not really looking anyway. It just gets lonely being a free bird sometimes because you realize there's no one to talk to while you're flying solo. Then you resort to posting on your recently resurrected Blogger in hopes that one of your 77 followers on Tumblr will catch the link and be genuinely interested in what's going on in your life.

Well, here I am...banking on one of those 77...

So first off, I work every single day this week. 32 hours to be exact. This will be the first Superbowl Sunday that I've ever missed with my family because I'll be working 3-10. It should be fun being in a sports bar for it. Woot! Go Saints!

I need this money, and I need this time to get back into the swing of having responsibilities. I've been putting so many things on the backburner for the past two months since I got out of the hospital. I think it's mainly because I'm tired of people fussing over me. Don't tell my parents, but I've missed a couple follow up appointments actually...

I feel like there's a pool of bills and problems waiting for me for when I decide to jump back into the deep end, and I know I'll be prepared for it, but for right now I honestly just don't give a fuck. I did, however, change my major to Human Development.

I didn't want to give up on Exercise Biology. And I don't think I fully have. I'm going to request for more units and possibly have a minor in it. I just can't completely let go of my first passion which was to be a Physical Therapist. I just know that realistically, it's not something I want to completely invest myself in when I know I can do better at something else. So I've decided to turn around completely and help people. I've always wanted to help people somehow. So I want to be a clinical social worker or a counselor and help kids who feel lost or feel voiceless. I want to have an internship with at risk youth. And I want to do my best to help people in my community. I think if there's anything Kappa has brought me, it's 1) another family and 2) passion. I always knew I was eccentric and passionate...but never to this extent. I know how hard I am to understand. It actually kind of hurts my feelings when people say I'm complicated because I feel like I'm just misunderstood. I have a ton of interests and ambitions that I want to and KNOW I will pursue. I want to use my EXB Minor to possibly go into a counseling job in the sports field, too. There's just a ton of things I know I want to try. I mean, I know that's not where the money is...but who needs money if you're going to be loving what you're doing? I don't need a lot, I don't think...besides I planned to marry rich anyway. JUUUST KIDDING...

In fact, I think I could be happy being single for my life. I still want kids though...So I don't know how that's gonna work out. Hopefully my parents won't freak out if I come out pregnant one day with no baby daddy. HAHA! Hot single mom for the win?

Hmm...well I think that's all for now. I doubt you read the whole thing. I don't blame you if you didn't. It's a long post...and totally irrelevant to you. Everyone has a Me Problem and doesn't want to read about anyone else's lives anyway which is why people get mad when people post long ass posts on Tumblr.

Take care of yourselves.

Less than three,

Me.