As I laid awake in my bed, wondering why I even bothered to go to bed in the first place if I didn't feel sleepy, I started to contemplate my life and felt it would be best if I were to put my feelings down in words. Maybe with them out of my head I would be able to sleep and relax. In the end I have no real reason to go to bed if I am not tired, for nothing awaits me tomorrow. I've always held in my heart the hope that my future, whatever it may be and however I would get there, was bright, but now I feel I have lost sight of that light.
It has been a month or so since I lost my job of the last four years. It wasn't a glamorous job, nor was