I woke up 19 in Texas.

I haven't been inspired in quite a while and my creativity comes and goes like a wildfire in California. I care too much. You care too little. I can't wait to move out of this sleepy town. No progression taking place. I get anxiety when I spend money because I'm money hungry, feed me. Plus I'd be more interested if you were already spoken for. In all fairness when do good things start happening for me like they used to? Today's wisecrack is tomorrow's heart attack..