I am working SO hard to stay alive and find a smidgeon of happiness.
Even just a glimmer.
I implement change.
I am re-training in a new career.
I am creating an online business.
I am teaching myself how to build a website.
I have a part-time job, working nightfill at a local supermarket.
It’s in the next town from mine.
A more affluent town.
And it’s starting to get to me.
The sheer volume of stuff that is taken and replaced on a daily basis.
It makes me feel . . . . something.
I don’t know what.
It’s not a difficult job,
but I really dislike doing it.
Today was Jack & Horatio’s birthday.
I’m empty and alone and cold.