It’s quiet in the room…because I am by myself. I’m not sad. Not right now. I’m just alone, in my house.
It’s not quiet in my head. In my head I am frantically trying to fight my way out of the lack of direction, the unemployment, the planlessness. I do have a goal, but it feels lofty, and my friends are graduating from college and working fast-food, cleaning, and doing the things we did before we were in debt…when we were kids.
But apparently I’m not a kid anymore, and I still see sunshine out my window. This is a day-by-day walk through the struggle of achievement. I am dedicating it to my peers-as we push forward to achieve what we have been told is ours.