Journaled Words {2.4.92}: I just glanced over at my goals for Saturday. What a joke. I can’t remember the last time I took Hobbes for a walk or wrote anything. I’m so depressed. Once again, I feel like I’m in a state of limbo. I’m just waiting: for my vacation, for Dennis to get his car so I can drive my truck, to start swimming again, for my lease to end so I can get my own place.
Expression, Day 61
