Damn…guess I’ll keep my hands down.

I can’t handle being broke at 25. By no means am I spoiled or expecting to be ballin’ outta control or something, but damn. Stressed out, stressed out. Sometimes I feel like Cali is just too much for this small-town Indiana kid.

The irony is that I just got off the phone last night with my little 16-year-old brother, and I was telling him all the things I wish I had heard from people at his age. He seems to be dealing with his stresses (at least over the phone) way better than I am. Ah, the benefits of youth. I can’t be jealous though; I’m in a good position. I just need somebody to reach back for me like I’d reach back for my brother. Nobody can be successful all by themselves. Even if it comes down to moral support, you have to have some help.

Ugh, this post is way too sad. Time for some color:

Yeah…that helps :^)