frustration

I don't want to have any frustration. Kind of a erring way to look at things, there will always be frustration.

Ran out on Larry today. Fixing his car, needs a new part because I didn't want to expend hours to fix the errant part. Hours I won't get paid for. But on the other hand I owe him for what he's extended to me over the years. Part will be in Monday and no car for the weekend.

I left and he was mad as hell. I did stop for some groceries, and went home to drink a beer and make this post. So now I'm stating at the clock and going to surf the net. Gotta get my stuff up to par.

trust

I keep shying away from living. Fear. Like one can absolve it in a swipe of the hand. Probably not, but I already know that. I'm still trying to be a lot of things instead of picking and choosing what I can do.
I spend time, not a lot though, determining that my upbringing/ parents are to blame for. Comparing and judging.

I do have friends, I just choose to try wheedling attention from them. They aren't fools, but I'm try to be. They have their lives to live, I should live mine.