There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before - Elliott Smith

Today I start the training for my temporary "promotion". I almost feel like not telling anyone when anything happens to me. That way there seems less risk for setting myself up for failure, at least in the eyes of others. Telling my parents and whomever else, they already assume that it's permanent, erasing all my maybe's and possibly's.

I feel so unessential. Replaceable.

I want to go home. I want a hug from my mom and I want to feel cared about and watched over.

My cat stands on a stack of sheet music to drink his water. It's raining and cold. The lightbulb is blown. My library books are overdue.

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