stop being careless

It seems since sixth grade I’ve been a very careless girl. That was around the time my parents divorced, my mother married my (ex)best friend’s father, and I was forced to live in a hellish “Brady Bunch” episode for about two years (two years of my life down the can). Since then, I have never been the same. I’ve grown into a sarcastic optimist; I’m rarely serious or stressed. And when I do get stressed, it’s about the silliest conundrums not worth having a fit about. I really have to get my head out of the clouds and start caring for things that really matter. For instace, within a matter of four months I have managed to total my car, lose a boyfriend I’ve been involved with for half a decade, along with losing touch with friends because of transferring universities, and just two weeks ago I carelessly lost my cell phone on a bus. To add on, I haven’t been attending lectures, turning assignments or papers on time, studying, returning calls (an old boss wanted me to come back to work, and I said “I’ll get back to you.” I know it was rude: I never did.), or making appointments. But in spite of all of this… I could care less. I guess it’s a good thing that I’m optimistic in times of struggle, but a little worrisome as well. o_o