I feel sick. I just want to write. Maybe draw. Read a lot. At least i’m finally employed. Why am I so exhausted? Not physically. My mind is spiraling out of control. Hearing about a murder on the news is so much different than hearing about the murder of someone you knew. Someone you spoke with the other day. Someone you shared laughs with. You don’t want to know about it, yet you ask how they went. Was it a bloody murder? Did they suffer? I feel numb. 

Just thought I’d share awesome news with you guys—

I got hired for an awesome job! I’m basically assistant teaching alongside two different English professors in charge of the freshmen at my university. 

I’m also tutoring! I get my own office space ♥♥