I just had breakfast on a table that isn't mine, in a home that isn't mine. This isn't what I envisioned about two years ago before moving here. In trying to please family I have made myself uncomfortable and not do the things I want. It's not all bad anyway.
I'm just sitting here wondering how I'd get a job when I stopped applying for about a month now. I still apply, just at a drastic low. I don't fancy jobs anyway, having worked a while at corporate offices, I'd rather do my own shit.
I'd write a paragraph or two for a short story, read a few pages of a book and maybe sleep. Hopefully it won't be a horrible day.