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The time comes in every lesbians life when you feel as though you need a change in your life. For me the time is now. It seems to be a pattern. During certain times of the year I get like this. However this time it is much more feirce than usual.
I know that some of what I will say in this entry may seem egotistical. However, its not intended to. I simply feel that I'm too intellegent of a person to be working at a 'burger joint'. I feel the same of Sierra. She and I both want to continue our schooling. It proves a difficult process when your below the poverty line, and working full time. In the past I have attempted to work full time while going to college full time as well. It was less than pleasent. Both to my mental and physical state. Its not a situation I'd be eager to jump into again. All of our friends have urged us to get financial aid, or apply for grants. But the same problem as previously purposed. I can't work full time and go to school full time.
I just feel that while all my friends are out making their mark on the world. I've been left behind to contemplate my uselessness.
On top of all this: My living situation is quite obnoxious. When I finally clock off after a long day, you'd think the one place you could go to relax would be your home? I can't even take comfort in that. Everyday I return home, I have to deal with the same abhorrent ordeal. The second I step through the entryway of MY apartment, I see his clutter. 90% of our apartment is filled with his dissary of things. Everything from hundreds of unused NES parts and games to ugly sales rejected 70's style furnature. Anyone who has visited our apartment knows of what I speak.This is setting aside the cleanliness issue. One situation sticks out in my mind.
Sierra and I spent nearly a week tracking down a foul smell that emitted from our kitchen. When finally we discovered its source: A 7 month old open package of steak. A package of steak that had been purchased shortly after we moved in. I asked 'Him' to get rid of the steak. After a week of reminding him, he finally moved it from the kitchen freezer to the garbage can in the laundry room. In utter shock I simply said, "Wonderful, now it stinks in the laundry room instead of the kitchen. Your intellect amazes me."
/rant
In conclusion: Something is going to change shortly. I don't know how, or when. However, if its not soon I fear I will be stuck in this pattern of depression for a long time to come.
The time comes in every lesbians life when you feel as though you need a change in your life. For me the time is now. It seems to be a pattern. During certain times of the year I get like this. However this time it is much more feirce than usual.
I know that some of what I will say in this entry may seem egotistical. However, its not intended to. I simply feel that I'm too intellegent of a person to be working at a 'burger joint'. I feel the same of Sierra. She and I both want to continue our schooling. It proves a difficult process when your below the poverty line, and working full time. In the past I have attempted to work full time while going to college full time as well. It was less than pleasent. Both to my mental and physical state. Its not a situation I'd be eager to jump into again. All of our friends have urged us to get financial aid, or apply for grants. But the same problem as previously purposed. I can't work full time and go to school full time.
I just feel that while all my friends are out making their mark on the world. I've been left behind to contemplate my uselessness.
On top of all this: My living situation is quite obnoxious. When I finally clock off after a long day, you'd think the one place you could go to relax would be your home? I can't even take comfort in that. Everyday I return home, I have to deal with the same abhorrent ordeal. The second I step through the entryway of MY apartment, I see his clutter. 90% of our apartment is filled with his dissary of things. Everything from hundreds of unused NES parts and games to ugly sales rejected 70's style furnature. Anyone who has visited our apartment knows of what I speak.This is setting aside the cleanliness issue. One situation sticks out in my mind.
Sierra and I spent nearly a week tracking down a foul smell that emitted from our kitchen. When finally we discovered its source: A 7 month old open package of steak. A package of steak that had been purchased shortly after we moved in. I asked 'Him' to get rid of the steak. After a week of reminding him, he finally moved it from the kitchen freezer to the garbage can in the laundry room. In utter shock I simply said, "Wonderful, now it stinks in the laundry room instead of the kitchen. Your intellect amazes me."
/rant
In conclusion: Something is going to change shortly. I don't know how, or when. However, if its not soon I fear I will be stuck in this pattern of depression for a long time to come.