Falling
I can't come to terms with my fear of living. I've always had daily, weekly, and seasonal routine in my life, until recently, in the form of school. Earning a living, however, is a routine which can take many forms, and I'm just confused. Tonight I went out to get some food and watch a jazz show with Britt and her coworkers. And here is where I stop, because by living, I meant writing.