Whelp, some stuff has happened.


1. The company I work for transfered me back to my original store. Not really what I wanted but that's alight, because no one in my town is hiring. The woes of living in a small town.

And 2. My dad has lost his job. So now I have to give up my car so I can afford the bills on my own. I am going to walking to work and back home for the foreseeable future.



Please don't take this as a warning or something like that but I don't see the point in participating in life anymore. But without a vehicle to actually escape in and go places, I am trapped. Trapped at the house, trapped at work, trapped in this fucking life that's starting to just mean less and less.
I am not going to do anything. My dog needs me still and I'm kinda just clinging to that right now.


I think this journal is kinda incoherent and all over the place. I really just needed to vent.