No way. I don’t think I’ve ever been inherently happier with money. I mean, it’s always good to see the number in my bank account get higher, but it doesn’t leave an everlasting smile on my face. What if you spend it on something? Are you giddy when most of your paycheck goes into bills every month? Or the fact that you have to purchase food in order to get your daily dose of survival? Even when you spend it on things you actually want, are you any happier? That new 4k television making you smile for years on end? How about your new BMW? ...

The million dollar question. I don’t think it’s any question that my brain is a fountain of knowledge. Well, “knowledge” wouldn’t be the right term. My brain is my worst enemy. It has a constant struggle with how the world is working. It doesn’t understand. It can’t let things be things. So I write them out, not to seek the comfort of others to ease the confusion, but to just put it off my mind. ...

“Some guy nobody knows. Remembered by family because they have to. Who are we writing about again?” That’s all, folks.

What an interesting week of events. Getting away from several months of true mental troubles was needed and I’m glad I took the plunge. Heading to a different coast to see what life is like outside of my current living situation gave a good distraction on things. Los Angeles and San Diego, that’s where I journeyed to. Both destinations were about sightseeing and most important to me, FOOD. In LA, I stayed with my friends Corey and Tiffany from college, who lived in West Hollywood. I figured in LA, it was important to get through a lot of the cliche destinations, which I felt I did for the most part, visiting Hollywood Boulevard and going through the Walk of Fame and Madame Tussauds. The wax figures were too real and it was as close as I could get to meeting Taylor Swift. ...

I don’t think there’s any question that I consider myself one of the biggest failures of all time. I mean, writing about the results of failure will probably end up being a failure onto itself because my brain is terrible. Failure is part of being human. It’s what drives us to be better. It’s ok to fail. I’ve failed a lot of my goals. Most of the time it’s just sulking for a while. Probably a lot longer than what I would like to, but hey, everyone has their own way of recovering. Failure is a good motivator to come back stronger. ...