Mid October 2008.
After having gotten back home from a trip I took, I knew that my relationship at that time was essentially over (I ended up allowing myself to drag it out until March of the following year ).

THEN

August 17, 2009
I came to the realization that I would not be able to find employment again in Tampa, and that my master degree, in a recession was not only useless, but worked against me because all the tech companies were hiring 'cheap' labor. It felt utterly hopeless.



I'm the most sad not when people do me wrong--I expect people to be spineless skum. I'm the most side when I have to wake up out of a daydream. When I realize that my dreaming or fantasies aren't going to match reality. For some reason, inside me is a dreamer from childhood still--and when it has to deal with grownup things, it's quite difficult for me.


I'm currently living a different dream. One a bit more charming, and a bit uncharted. One I used to actually think would just be a distant reality that I could never obtain. And it feels great.

But I'll never forget the two afore mentioned periods in my life, and I will never allow myself to experience that again. EVER>

A friend of the family lost her family in Haiti.
She just had a baby a year before it happened. Her husband took the baby to Haiti to visit her mother and father and her two brothers.

Then the earthquake happened and she lost them all.

Last I heard she was in a hospital under suicide watch.

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