diary – My Little Hawk

wiser by the hour

I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.

Lamentations of your unemployed friend in their twenties (excerpt from my diary)

My phone storage is full. I need to get my life together. I don’t have the leverage of being a student with at least some time still to go before I graduate to decide what’s next. There is no safety in a structure or a schedule that university life would set for me, where IContinueContinue reading “Lamentations of your unemployed friend in their twenties (excerpt from my diary)”