I guess I’m writing this more because I haven’t in a few days, and less because I have something to say. The days have just been dragging out, going to work, coming home. Getting up, going to work. I have been trying to enjoy the company of friends as much as possible, but circumstances never seem to be good.

I’m counting the days I have left at work. Can’t wait to be done with this job, and this place. Yet I’m still scared to move on.

Change is coming like a freight train, and I’m in the way.