Fighting isolation and loneliness has been a tough fight the last 7 years. One effect of Katrina had been the loss of our ties to other people. I often lie about having friends outside of work so I feel normal.
Not anymore. I’ll be honest. I don’t do anything. We don’t do anything. This appears to be how I perceive this shithole city I live in. I’d live to move and maybe in 5 years I can. Now I’m working on me. I’m getting better. I’m getting different. The old me is no more.
I’m working on the escape plan. I’ll leave Texas. Someday.