24 and haven't figured out what i'm to do with myself.not at all.
and it's not ok. but sometimes for a few hours it feels alright when i'm in my bed watching a movie about somebody in a similar situation.
alfie (THE! 1960'S! VERSION!), how to make an american quilt, almost famous, the science of sleep, fried green tomatoes, and funny ha ha have pacified me for the past couple weeks. and that dark nagging pinch lets up for a while. there's somebody else like me! even if he is only a symbol of some faceless writer's imagination.
new plan: save up a couple thousand more dollars and get the fuck out of there. 'there' being my shitty shitty job. i will write the most delicately jackass-like resignation letter the medical field has ever seen.
sit on your fingers til it comes out.
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