Self-loathing is an art.
I supposed I should update this thing. I am back in Florida at my folks. It's not bad. It's allowing me to focus very clearly on just applying to jobs and all that.
I'm not going out except for biking, running and to church. Mostly I just flop around the house and apply to work. I'll get sick of it shortly but that's how I'll know it's time to get my ass in gear and head up to New York already.
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The parents are getting antsy. I guess I can't really complain. I remember somebody explaining their parents' post-graduation policy: two weeks at home, and that's it. GET OUT THERE AND PAY FOR YOURSELF.
So far I've applied to six jobs. Office jobs, mostly. Haven't heard anything back yet.
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What the fuck am I doing? I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.
I'm not going out except for biking, running and to church. Mostly I just flop around the house and apply to work. I'll get sick of it shortly but that's how I'll know it's time to get my ass in gear and head up to New York already.
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The parents are getting antsy. I guess I can't really complain. I remember somebody explaining their parents' post-graduation policy: two weeks at home, and that's it. GET OUT THERE AND PAY FOR YOURSELF.
So far I've applied to six jobs. Office jobs, mostly. Haven't heard anything back yet.
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What the fuck am I doing? I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.