I keep my opinions to myself. I hold my views close to my heart.
But this cuts me to my core. This is what hurts me. And this is why I will never call myself a Christian.
I will never understand how people can take something beautiful like love and creation and turn it into something so ugly. My heart aches for all of those people filled with hate and rage and bigotry. It aches for those that are still treated as second class citizens.
There’s always something…
I don’t write much here.
I don’t write much at all these days.
Or talk to anyone.
This is what happens when you move to a city and have no friends and can’t find a job. You become a mute hermit.
N and I moved into our apartment 2 1/2 weeks ago. It’s coming together nicely.
I’ve had a couple of interviews for a big company. My 3rd is tomorrow. I haven’t really told anyone because I’m scared it will fall through. I’m also disappointed that I haven’t found anything art related. I’m scared that I’m falling into the retail trap like my parents. Next thing I know, I’ll be 50 and fighting to change my life.
God, I don’t want that.
But I would be happy to have a job. I haven’t worked since August. I have very little money.
N is wonderful. Just amazing. He’s so supportive and caring. Everyday I fall more and more in love with him.
I’m hoping Fall goes easier on me than Summer did.
I fear I may never find a job
Countless resumes have been sent out for every type of job.
Nothing
It’s super upsetting.
