I'm working at chick fil a again, hoping to bridge the gap between school loans and living expenses this fall. I used to think of this job as degrading, but this store in Polaris doesnt treat us all like subservient half bred dogs.

less than 2 months until school starts, I'm still questioning whether i've given up on a dream, or whether the dream gave up on me.

sun is out and my coffee is hot...Here's to a good day ahead.

it seems my mouth is being clamped shut since april. Everything I want to say is a complaint, is hurt, is pain, anger, bitterness, confusion, exaggerated. so much is too sensitive and with what I've seen in the last 6 months, in myself, and in my family members, I am ashamed to even begin.

I guess I just need friends like I used to have, or maybe I need to be what I used to be, or just tired of being invisible.