It’s now been 4 months since December. And things have gone not as smoothly as hoped.

The gameplan was side-tracked by factors both expected and unexpected. Some things have been fixed, other things have not.

Job hunting is continuing, but without much success. A few interviews yielding nothing, this is not good. It’s near desperation…but not yet there. Not yet there…

Encounters with friends has become disturbingly monthly affairs. Which is fine, but also, it gets really lonely around here.

It hit me really hard when driving around town one afternoon (something I do to take my mind off things), pull into CVS, and I noticed the demographics of home. I’m the last of my kind here.

Today, I woke up and the weirdest feeling fell upon me, I felt as if I had done everything, seen everything. Like I peaked in life…all at 22. I asked myself “What’s next?” and I heard nothing.

I know I haven’t done everything. Yet it just feels like it.

At least the issues with my parents have subsided. That’s the upside.

I’m still trying…still holding out faint hope that everything’s going to work out.

But I need to know, is hope holding out for me on the other end?

Song of the moment: Eminem – Rock Bottom