Summer in the City
I knew that nothing was ever going to come this easy for me.
I knew that my move to New York wouldn't be a seamless one.
I have to move. Immediately. I have to leave this temporary home into another temporary home until maybe I can finally find a job that will propel me into (most likely) another temporary home. I am broke, I am rejected. I've been drinking a little too much and saying and doing a lot of things that I shouldn't be. It's fine. I'm just never going to get laid again.
Ahhh.. It's summer in the city. It's hot and not-so-pretty. And I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely.
Alethea.