I have to get out of here soon. I just feel like I spend every day at work fetching things and doing favors for assholes and then I come home and think about what an asshole I am to people and I feel awful about it. It’s a constant stream of anxiety. My whole life is stress and more stress (white people problems, whatever.) There’s nothing to counterbalance the constant barrage of people asking me to do things or get things for them at work. Nothing. I feel like I get nothing back, which is such a princess-y thing to say, but it’s been 3 years of this. Ugh. I go to work and then I go home to smoke pot and watch Netflix and stew in my own bad attitude. I need people around. I need things to change. I think a cab running a stop sign and TOTALING MY CAR this morning was a pretty good sign that this city is finally kicking me out. After all the passing out and brain injuries and bug-infested apartments and rejection, it’s finally happening. Miami is aborting me and I’m fine with that.