Dismay
Lately I have been wallowing in loneliness and hurt, ranging from a variety of mental maladies. Utah hasn't been a good friend, and I feel at odds with the newness of everything. I have no real friends, I don't even have my brother to hang out with anymore. I can't seem to find employment from anywhere here that is full time, and that has ben dragging at my stir-crazy nerves because a job is the first, entry level place to go, to advance in the world of this new society. It's the first place to meet new friends, and possible a few fuck toys here and there. But walled from that possibility for the moment, I have nothing but my own meandering thoughts, some loose change, and a car low on gas to get me through the dry heat and mormon overtones. So here I sit, at my computer, waiting for life to happen.