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I wish I could describe this feeling… maybe I can.

I feel overwhelmed with some sort of emotion, like a mix of despair and sadness, and a feeling of being lost and stuck, and a hint of violent anger that makes me want to scream or cry when I know I’ll just sit here and work. I know I’m not stuck. I can leave if I want to, if it’s worth it. The thing is, I don’t know where to go to. And I can’t leave while I want to keep an apartment… it’s about priorities now, and my priorities are that I want to have a job and a place to live and some extra money to buy myself a bagel for breakfast when I want one and pick up a CD at the Second Spin…

It would be nice to enjoy what I do at work every day.