Barren of events. Rich in pretensions. My earthly life. Obscurity. My real name. I am all alone, between failure and frustration. I am the red thread between nothingness and eternity.
As each day passes, it seems to get more and more depressing out here. I cant stand it. I am slowly watching myself slip deeper and deeper into a situation I might never come fully out of, and I see what it's doing to the ones I love as well. Yakima has drained my creativity, my money and is slowly devouring my soul. I feel completely lifeless here. I need out... and I want out. I have never hated a place as much as I hate it here, and I should have known, I did know... I thought this was going to be temporary, I never thought I would be here this long.
I could win the fucking lottery and still be in debt... I just don't know what to do anymore. And I am sick of trying and it never going anywhere.
How can a company seem to think that giving someone 12 hours one week and 16 the next is ok... wow... in two weeks, I worked a whole 3 and a half days... Fuck You.
I would love to go to Spokane and be close to my brother, but I don't see that as an option right now. The tri cities are a lot closer but Darryl and I can't move out there alone. It's gonna probably take a few months to get somewhat caught up... Darryl's mom and her boyfriend said they were thinking about moving too, but I'm not sure how serious they are. I know Dawn doesn't really want to leave Harlie. I'd commute, but I don't know if an hour there and an hour back would be worth the drive if it wasn't a really good job.
I have no idea what to do anymore, I am so sick of letting my family down.
