I forgot about this. And am actually more depressed now that I found it. I didn't want to be stuck in a minimum wage job living at my parents house when I last wrote before I graduated.
However, that's exactly what has happened.
My soul felt like it needed to escape then. Now it feels like it's slowly dieing.
And my sleeping situation is worse off. I guess that's never going to change. However, it's made worse that I work 5 pm to 3 am, four or five days a week.
But my sleeping position has changed. As long as I can remember I slept on my stomach, turned to my side. Now the only way I can comfort myself is sleeping in the fetal position with my knees pulled up to my chest.
Random thought of the late night/early morning : Why did my sleep position change? And is that why my body hurts the majority of the time now?
I feel empty.
The only thing I will remember about this time in my life is watching the water drain down the sink at Wendy's.
