I have to wonder if I've been living in a daze this last little while. I could have done all of these things last month. Why does that time feel fuzzy? It's almost as if I enjoy making things difficult for myself so I can prove that I overcame such difficult circumstances. Why in hell would I do that? Perhaps I'm waiting to be rescued just so I know what that feels like... to have someone give a hoot. I am truly tired of relying solely on myself. Everyone else is being taken care of by another so why not me? There are times where I feel really alone in this world since everyone else has their own lives.
What next? Maybe I'll do some more laundry. I could work on the outline of my book (I started it last night). I could apply for a few jobs. I could also reflect. Either way, as per the norm, I gotta get myself out of this situation.