Lacking substance much?

I'm tired. I don't want to be writing right now. I don't want to make the effort to gather my thoughts into some form of coherence and say what needs to be said. But, I do need consistency. Consistency is quite crucial in my life right now. And so, I write, and God only knows to say what.

I'm frickin sick of being broke, of hardly having enough money to pay the bills, or as the case is right now..not even being able to pay all of my bills. Honestly, if I would have known it was going to be this fucking hard and strenuous, I probably wouldn't have made the choice to move out now. That's probably a good thing. The things I've learned the last several months through living on my own are things that I simply would not have learned living at home. Lessons like depending on God to have enough gas money to get through the week, or just finding a job, because I literally had nothing else. That's a pretty awesome feeling, watching Him come through (and usually in the ways I wanted the least). And God knows, I'm still learning..