I’m getting caught in a waiting game and I hate waiting. I waiting on getting a job. I’m waiting on moving out. I’m waiting to start my life. Everything keeps repeating like a broken record. Since I lost my job I have made leaps and bounds as far as getting some things done. But it’s nothing like actually having a job.
And my friends. God, my friends. Everyone has their own lives, not that I want them to sit around in a box and wait for me, but damn. I feel desperate and alone. They don’t even invite me out. It’s like I’m chopped liver or something. I just don’t know how to continue or am I just losing my mind?