In thought

Sometimes I disappear. Five or ten minutes. I'm back. I think it's uncertainty.

Dressing the house up to sell

What keeps me

Am I emotionally, financially bound to this house? Why do I stay? I'm not happy with my job or my personal life. I took these pictures of what binds me right before I started writing. I find them unnerving.

I wish I could save my son.

My Plan

The harder I try, the harder I'm falling. I am about to be fired from my job. I have one more chance to meet the metrics and then I'm gone. All calls are recorded. All of my calls are being scrutinized. I'm called in an office to listen to my calls as they pick them apart. I have never been so micromanaged. Fire me already! I need to do a quick sale on my home and get the fuck out of Kansas City before my life is in complete shambles.

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