30: November 23, 2015

I neglected to write yesterday, partially because my day was shitty to the point of not wanting to engage in any sort of reflection, and partially because I was exhausted and forgot.

I have one foot out the door, desperate to flee. Always. For four years, now. This is not any way to live. But it is how I live. Literally, my stasis is my paycheck. My livelihood.