It’s kind of to the point where I am just going with the flow.
I didn’t get the pet hotel job I applied for, because they wanted me to work at any time, and at any shift; I’m not going to do that. Apparently you have to be some kind of available always, to pick up cat and dog shit.
I’m looking for something else.
I guess I just wonder what my days even mean anymore.
What’s the point.
I feel like a tennis ball, being thrown against a wall repeatedly.
I spend more time talking to myself, than anything else.
J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME