Awake.
Still.
Where am I?
Oh yeah. On my mom's couch.
Been here for a few nights now.
She's too nice to tell me she'd rather I wasn't in her house, too kind to tell me to get off my depressed ass and get a job, too lonely to kick me out in the warm Georgia summer.
I look desperately on about a dozen sites advertising their ability to find me a job. Each job found is looking for a college degree or relevant work experience.
I know that
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