I am the wolf

I am the wolf

I don’t lie about who I am. I don’t change for the people I’m around. My attitude only varies with my mood, not with the people around me. Whether it be alone, or with a group, I am me.



Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up and it knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up and knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle…when the sun comes up, you’d better be running. 



I wish I could come back from my absence and say that things are going swimmingly. Things are better, but I just can’t seem to avoid last minute problems arising, unneeded stress, constant headaches. It’s always something; I’ve adopted that as my life motto, because at all times, no matter what…it’s always something.
I do have some positives. I have money and a decent income. I have been accepted into college. College though…pffff…such a joke. “We need money for this and this and this and this, you’re not even in our school yet…but send us money.” Like holy fuck, it’s like they know that I finally have money. I am also stressing about my guard benefits…it seems like they aren’t as fantastic as I was led onto believe. I’m almost angry about it. I will be talking to people about that and tryning to straighten that out though…because that’s kinda horse shit haha.
On a less stressful note (yet still stressful in its own way), I have a tattoo appointment set up for the 20th and I am super excited. The only reason I’m stressing about it is because…well its permanent and if it’s fucked up then its fucked up haha. This is going to be my first one that won’t be covered up by my shirt, and since its going to be a half sleeve and all black, I won’t be able to cover it up. I shouldn’t even be worrying about it, BUT YOU KNOW ME :D.
Anywho, goods and bads. Goods come with bads. Bads never come with goods. That’s just how life is.