My large bed with only me to fill it, I’m lost in my sheets.
My cramped room with no central air, I can’t breath.
The rubble of my freedom lay strewn around my feet.
I don’t know what’s more disturbing to me;
That my life can fit in these small square feet,
or that I left my freedom behind me,
dangling off a tree,
dead, swinging in the breeze.
The most uncomfortable feeling is my own body heat.
Second, would be…
Failing and failing to see.
Save me.
— Journal
Welp, I’m def working for the gym again. I start making up my schedule Monday. So i’ll have a very small income for a while until I can find real work.
I’ll be searching for a job in PA most likely with the intent of moving closer to PA come late fall or winter. Usually apartment prices dip a little bit in the bitter months.
For now, Triathlons, the Gym, Lifeguarding, and living with the parents until I can get back on my feet from this move out of DC.
Man, I am going to miss this place!
— Journal
