So, after some thinking. I discovered that i don't think Welding will be the correct job for me. Its more of a hobby in my own opinion. I was blinded by the like of it to see the details. Now i see clearly. I was not meant to be a welder by trade. I was so caught up in the sparkle of co-op that i forgot to actually see what was happening.

What is my true calling? Will i figure it out? How long will it take? Can i figure out who i am? Will i need to go out into the world to figure it out? Just thinking about all these unanswered questions makes my brain ache with the mere thought. I just want to be happy. I don't see myself happy with welding as a career. I like books and reading, plus the knowledge that comes along with them. Museums are places i feel comfortable and safe. In the shop, there is not one machine that can't hurt or kill me in some way. I don't even know how many times i got hurt in the shop at my school. My blood was spilled in that shop. And it is repayed by douchebags who make fun of me and make stupid comments about anything. I hate it. They treat me like some stupid bimbo who doesn't know anything about welding. They are not better than me. They will never be better than me. I say those last words with malice. A malice dripping with hatred towards there very beings. I would wish all of the layers of hell upon them, but i belive that things will work out in the end.



Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets no one knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
deep inside i'm warped and twisted