I don’t have any clues, I don’t have any leads, I don’t have any feet in the door anywhere. Next steps? I’m not sure. My next hobbies, my next activities. I will work, and I will come home to comfort. I don’t know if that will be enough. What if it isn’t?
This post ought to be longer but I’m growing tired and tired of myself. I spend too much time with myself and talking of myself. It’s narcissistic.