It’s been another long day here. I barely got my hours in for my regular work, let alone managed to do much related to my writing. Spent four hours basically sitting in the car (as a favor for family) and between that and the odd ways in which I contort myself every other day of the week in order to get things done, it’s definitely taking a toll on me.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things doesn’t belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the other by the time I finish this song? — Sesame Street Ah, yep, me. I don’t belong. It’s not a new feeling. I’ve honestly never, ever, in my entire life for as far back as I have
Seriously. I just can’t. I’m so tired. Why does everything have to be so f*cking hard? Why do I always feel so alone? Like I’ve got no one ever to lean on or talk to or depend on? I’m just so tired of this horseshit life. I’m angry and hurt and sad and so many things all at once. In two weeks it will have been 27 years since my
It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling to find a regular job for well over a year (close to 2, at this point). I can’t even begin to count the number of jobs I have applied to during that time period, but I can tell you how many have requested an interview: ONE. One interview request in 2 years. That’s ridiculous. (No, I’m not counting my 3 month stint with
I’ve been a little absent, but thought I’d pop on and wish the internet world a Happy Thanksgiving! In the spirit of the holiday, it’s the opportune time for a bit of reflection and despite all the trials and tribulations of the year, I am most thankful for two things (okay, maybe it’s really four things!) — my three beautiful children and my amazing girlfriend. With their love and support,