And sometimes it just feels like I am going to collapse inward, in a slow implosion of shattered… no, not shattered… of torn, crumbling papers. Like the papier mâché of me being cracked apart, and falling to pieces on top of itself. No one is coming. No one is going to call. And it wasn’t a successful search for a job. Today hurts. Because, even though I know what comes tomorrow, I don’t much like it, and I don’t know how to move forward from it. And what I’ve been trying hasn’t been working. So what do I do now?…
hannah ananas 