A little about the frustration of uncertainty while job hunting.
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
What am I doing with my life?
I wish that vodka tasted like water Be easier to drown the sorrows I like that whiskey taste like pain A reminder that joy is borrowed I don’t drink as much as I write I do I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden Because most times the opposite’s true But when writing the happiness … Continue reading Not Who I Am
Pain and misery is easy Words flow Mind leaking Thoughts drain Content houses the hardship Locked tight Double bolted Life interrupts creation Happiness a coarse callous Wait patiently and smiling For a sweet kick in the ass
I think about writing my book. I think about quitting my job. I think about running away. Instead, I go to sleep.
I don't always feel like writing. That makes me feel guilty. I can't tell if it's legitimate exhaustion or man-made. I pray that God returns my motivation. I think of returning to therapy. I wonder if I should call my uncle. Is this stream of conscious shit interesting to anyone?
The milk chocolate is bitter in my mouth My mother’s love is hard to go down Music is off beat and baseless Bad moods in dark rooms I try hard to repress Nothing connects my brain is a fog I’m frustrated I cry cuz everything I feel seems wrong Nerve endings are shattered there’s no … Continue reading Setraline HCl 100mg