Again, again.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman has died, and all I can say is that I’m a bit jealous. Selfish indeed. I had a nice evening out with friends last night. Impromptu and unexpected. Currently at the Eaton’s Centre food court. Am spending too much money, applying to too few jobs. Families eating together. I am tired of my fathers belligerence, of his need to control and criticize. I am tired of myself, my needs, my wants, my desires. I showered today. Unconditional self love. Non judgement. Do what I can to survive. Three more months. Get some food. Get a job. Hand out some resumes. Live life. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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