So Im done pretending like I know what I'm doing in life right now.
I've oversimplified my goals to the point that all i care about is finding money so Cole and I can actually get married, hopefully raise a small family and live life before we die.
Short, simple, sweet, and just about the exact same thing everyone wishes to accomplish in their short existence.
But in this year of working, starving, scrimping, saving, and suffering, I've found myself with less than when I started. It's just a downer. Now both Cole's job and my own are fucking us on a regular basis, working us opposite shifts or not at all. I've been lucky if i've gotten