I am not this hair,
I am not this skin,
I am the soul that lives within.
My official last day is September 7. I am actually quite glad. I’m tired and although I really like the people I work with, I am sick of living with people who don’t clean up after themselves. I feel like no one really cares that much, but whatever. I’m moving straight into an apartment with a friend to finish out my brother-in-law’s lease, which is only two months. I’ll see if I can live with my friend that long. After that, who knows. I feel like I’m floating. Or free-falling. I really want to finish Keagu’s story, but without microsoft office, I’ve been stuck writing it by hand.