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With regrets I am in a rut. As the line says the only difference between a rut and a grave is depth. I go to work, I come home, I lounge around and I begin again. My job is a no where job. My life seems to be a nowhere life. I work out to to correct damage it took to cause and am frustrated that it will take years to correct if ever. All in all I am going slightly mad.

Now now I am not saying it is all bad. I have some pretty cool and amazing people in my world. I am not sleeping in the car anymore and I am not in jail. I have been worse. I just feel like I am spinning my wheels to no great effect is all. I have the plan. The plan is good, but I hate where I am until the plan comes up.

Dont mind my self pity. It is a passing thing I assure you.