I’m trying. Mornings are getting colder and it’s getting more difficult by the day to even move. A year ago I had nothing, so I ran away, I had the best month in a long time, and I came back to an interview. A year later I’m lucky to have something, but at the same time I have nothing.
I have isolation, and I have exhaustion, I have emptiness within my work.
I’m so excited to be doing things just for me finally, I’m so excited to hang out with my friends, I’m so excited to get away from this place even just for a little while.