writing

I don't feel like i'm progressing. I feel the same. I feel like Allan. I feel like nothing. Nothing is Allan. I'm going to school next semester, the summer semester. I will hope to feel progress in going to school over the summer. I have to maintain the hours at work in order to pay for everything that i have to pay for. Money is short. Hopefully i can save for a car. I probably won't be able to do that on my own. I feel as though getting a car is more difficult for me than for anyone else. Everyone else has a car. I shouldn't compare myself to others, but we do it anyway in order to see our progress in the world.

Recently I have been writing less and less. I wish i could write more. Wishing doesn't just happen, it works like a function. One thing happens in order for the next to happen and then the next and then the next. One thing after another, and it all just falls into place. Before you know it, your wish has come true.